Clase 70

I was born by C-section, 3 kilos 7 fifty
I'm from the class of '70, don't remember Perón
Didn't use disposable diapers, watched TV in black and white
I have my first communion on Super 8

Saw Piluso and Minguito, gave up the pacifier for Balá
I know all the songs Pipo Pescador made
Saw Monzón check the time, the big willy, the seamonkeys
I screamed in '78 for the Matador's goals

Milonga, my milonga
From the class of '70
When I do the math
I get sentimental

The last ride of the Haley, coke in a glass bottle
Saw the military go by and hyperinflation
Saw the referees in black, dodged the draft
And cried over the Malvinas, damn it

In Berlin the wall fell, the Yanks always shooting
Got to know a bit of the world with the greens by my side
Missing the BBQs, the mate with the old lady
For the friends and the neighborhood, in the end I stayed here

With Diego's acrobatics, I filled myself with fantasy
Saw the microwave, the VCR, and the internet arrive
I who had my first kiss with vinyl records
Who would've thought I'd now listen to Gardel on CDs