Tortazos

You were conquered with money and came trotting to the center,
You had something inside that made you put your foot in it;
To hell with the espadrille and you threw everything away;
The eagerness to show off was your favorite 'hobby'
And now, now that you have a husband, the things you have to endure.

Little girl, I find your new marital status amusing.
How foolish that fool was to believe in your aristocracy:
You are the epitome of vulgarity, alias 'wrinkled nose',
Seller of empanadas, in the neighborhood of Pompeya.
And your mother? Well, let's respect the deceased!

And now you have a fur coat, a gray little coat
And you have an unhappy man who sweet talks her in French...
What are you doing, what are you doing three times, Mrs. Ramos Laval!
If when you show off your figure, with that guy on your arm,
I don't slap you for not hitting you in the street!

Madam! But one must see your fancy as a matron!
If you remember Ramona, pay her the rent...
Don't act like a high-class lady throwing money around,
Lower your pride, little girl, with your flashy appearance...
But you are more 'manyada' than the tango 'La Cumparsita'!