Yrigoyen

From afar someone is approaching,
Whistling slowly,
It's Don Yrigoyen
Returning from the trip
With pockets torn from waiting so long,
He didn't realize he was left alone,
Just for ten minutes of comfort...

Ooo.. lalala.. Oo..
Ooo.. lalala.. Oo..

The guy thought he was important
But had his ideas all wrong,
He takes the easy way out,
He laughs... he laughs...
He laughs... and waits...
Now his own don't want him,
Those who tempted his fragile conscience,
They return his trust,
He's no longer useful... for anything else

Ooo.. lalala.. Oo..
Ooo.. lalala.. Oo..

The guy is dead, really dead,
The radio said this morning...
They found him floating,
Like the crap he wanted to be...
His son loses a father, his wife a husband,
For the rest, he left a while ago... long ago...
Honestly, I don't care,
There are many more
Who must be floating like him...

Ooo.. lalala.. Oo..
Ooo.. lalala.. Oo..