margaritas para puercos   <<play>>

Probenmitschnitt: voc Dirk / Yvonne, guit Dirk / Wilhelm, keys Benni, b Markus, dr Klaus

You went for style - and you’ve been raking for a while,
out for a dress or a skirt or a gown to beguile, -
(you) thought you were wise -, he should be taken by surprise,
(only) half through the door he would feel he’d been presented a prize.

And then he gave you a call, he was late.
Trapped by some unpleasant data, he said,
holding him captive at least until nine,
having a hot meal right then would be fine.

Margaritas para puercos - no lo tomes del corazon.
Margaritas para puercos - rompe como pompas de jabon.

You picked a skirt – of flimsy fabric for the flirt,
with laces of lacquered coating your waist-line was girt.
Barbequed eel – that’s what you’ve chosen for the meal,
dressed on wild rice served in japanese bowls on your heels.

Then he arrived at a quarter to ten,
two of his pals both half drunk in his train,
making their jokes ‘bout your delicate dress –
all your endeavours were made a nice mess!

Margaritas para puercos - no lo tomes del corazon.
Margaritas para puercos - rompe como pompas de jabon.

music & lyrics: Dirk Hinterlang