El Balneario de Los Doctores Crotos

Aia-ia-io, I paid, I
Aia-ia-io, I paid
Aia-ia-io, I paid, I
Aia-ia-io, I paid
Aia-ia-io, I paid, I
Aia-ia-io, I paid
Aia-ia-io, I paid, I
Aia-ia-io, I paid

The drifter confidently headed to the beach
Where no one swims, you know
Cheers, darling, dear eminence
The difference lies in the jackal

The life of this bum is well-known
His name is Iseka and he ignores the law
They compensated him with some beans
He went crazy and says he's Baley

Aia-ia-io, I paid, I
Aia-ia-io, I paid (in this house, everyone’s nuts)
Aia-ia-io, I paid, I
Aia-ia-io, I paid

Some say he was a teacher
Others claim he was a doctor
There was no money for his genius
The bullshit got privatized
Now the cops sometimes lock him up
And he listens to the fight of the Champion Balloon
The professor and goalie, Iseka
Wipes his brow and gives up the pain

Hey!
Hey!
Hey!

Give your red eyes a reason to dance
So the big heart can always dance
Give your red eyes a reason to dance
So the big heart can always dance (heart)
Give your red eyes a reason to dance
So the big heart can always dance
Give your red eyes a reason to dance
So the big heart can always dance

The Sun, a crown of golden thorns
The filthy beach at dawn
Look, the bums smoke broken joints
They laugh and sip on mate too
Sometimes they shout, spit, curse
They complain and get hit, then they stop messing around
Then they drink some wine on the sand
They sleep without a care until dawn
The bum doesn’t own the wine he drinks
Nor the gas that drives him, nor the truck or the train
Nor the smoke he inhales, nor the lamp that hangs
Nor the gas, nor the water, nor the kerosene

Aia-ia-io, I paid, I

Not the chickens, the cows, the land, the cans
Nor the planes he sees
The roads he travels, phones he ignores
Nor the voices on the radio, nor yesterday's news