Yankee en Calle Corrientes (BA)

[Intro] (Electronic pop beat, camera shutter click) [Verse 1] En un café de Corrientes, un mozo medio garca Me mira la cartera, me estudia, me la marca Le pongo cara de póker, activo el plan B al toque Y con mi mejor inglés, le armo un terrible enfoque [Pre-Chorus] [Male vocals: slight italian accent for the waiter] "Signorina, el café... son veinte dólares, eh" [Female vocals: exaggerated american accent] "Oh my God! Like, sorry? I don't understand, you see?" [Chorus] Yankee in Corrientes, fake it 'til you make it Oh my God, boluda, the price is really trucho I don't speak a word of Spanish, I just can't take it Pagame el doble, forro, I don't care that much-o [Verse 2] El mozo me sonríe, se cree que me ha ganado Cuando un yankee de verdad se me sienta al lado [Male vocals: real american accent] "Nice try with the accent, girl, but that's not how we do" Me muero de la verguenza, "Oh my God, is it true?" [Bridge] (Beat becomes more danceable, 80s synths) Terminamos charlando en un spanglish de locos El garca se fue al humo, nos reímos no pocos Le confieso mi truco, "It's a local survival" "Ser turista te salva... from the porteño arrival" [Outro] El ego porteño siempre, siempre gana... Yeah, always wins... [fade out]