[Verse 1: Havana Cuban-accented male MC, punchy over the congas, timbales and tres] Sky blue and cream with fins like a shark in a hurry Taxi on the Malecon, I'll get you there, don't worry Tourists in the back seat touchin' chrome like it's a church Askin', "Is she original?" and I smile and let 'em search Engine from a cargo truck, I dropped it in by hand Gearbox from a tractor, and the clutch from a dance band's van Brake lines from a fridge, the fuel pump from a washin' machine Ignition key's a spoon I bent, the smoothest start you've seen Seats from a cinema in Vedado when they tore the old place down And she's still the prettiest thing that ever rolled through town [Hook: Havana MC, shouted, the timbales cracking] Not one part original, and she runs like new Seventy years on the Malecon, so what's original on you? Engine off a truck, and a door off a bus Ain't one part original, except for us [Ignition: the whole band sputters like a starter motor three times and catches on the fourth, the Havana MC counting the cranks] Crank it once, she coughs Crank it twice, she spits Crank it three times, nothin' Four, and she catches, mira, and she hits [Verse 2: Havana MC, faster, the congas driving] Man off a cruise ship with a wallet like a brick Says, "Forty thousand dollars if she's all original, quick" So I pop the hood and show him every patch and every weld Every part that's somethin' else since the first ones fell He's lookin' at me like I sold him a horse made out of chairs "So nothin' here is real?" and I just let the man stare Original's in a museum on a stand behind a rope Mine's been runnin' seventy years on spit and a little hope 'Cause a thing that never breaks is a thing that never ran And a thing that's always runnin' is a thing that needs a man [Hook: Havana MC, shouted, the tres riff on top] Not one part original, and she runs like new Seventy years on the Malecon, so what's original on you? Engine off a truck, and a door off a bus Ain't one part original, except for us [Verse 3: Havana MC, hard, the tres and the timbales trading] Senora Nilda gave the fridge the day her motor died Pepe gave the radiator off a bakery van outside The kids found me the mirror in a lot behind the school Barber gave the seat foam, and the drummer gave a tool Every bolt in her's a neighbor, every hose is from the block Every time she breaks down, the street brings somethin' to the shop So the cruise man asks me last, "Then what's original, friend?" And I hold my greasy hands up and I point at them and them She ain't a car, she's the whole street rollin' on four wheels And the street don't sell, so tell your forty thousand how it feels [Hook: Havana MC, everything in, the congas flying] Not one part original, and she runs like new Seventy years on the Malecon, so what's original on you? Engine off a truck, and a door off a bus Ain't one part original, except for us [End]
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