What's new,
Buenos Aires?
I wanna
say I'm just a little stuck on you.
You'll be on me too.
I get out here,
Buenos Aires.
Stand back,
you wanna know what you're gonna get in me.
Just a little touch of star quality.
Fill me up with your heat,
with your noise,
with your data,
but do me.
Let me dance to your beat,
make it loud,
let it hurt,
run it through me.
Don't hold back, you are certain to impress.
Tell the driver this is where I'm staying.
Hello,
Buenos Aires.
Get this,
just look at me,
dress up somewhere to go,
we'll put on
a show.
Take me in at your flood,
give me speed,
give me lights,
let me hum me.
Show
me up with your blood,
wire me up with your noise,
won't recall me.
All I want is a whole
lot of excess.
Tell the singer this is where I'm playing.
Stand back,
Buenos Aires.
Because
you wanna know what you're gonna get in me.
Just a little touch of star quality.
And if
ever I go too far,
it's because of the things you are.
Beautiful town, I love you.
And if
I
need a moment's rest,
give your lover the very best.
Real light of doubt and silence.
What makes the city hum?
Who gives it life?
The descamisados, the shirtless ones, the
laborers,
the butchers,
the dockers,
the shuffling workers in the stockyard,
in the
factory, and on the treadmill.
Do these people have ambitions, views, opinions?
They will
soon.
Don't you just love the smack of firm government?
We all appreciate the invaluable
support,
order,
and purpose provided by the military to our constitution.
It will soon
be time for the military to be our constitution.
Say some,
notably the military.
The gathering
at the polo ground glitches,
the roses,
the dameless,
the hampers from Harrods,
the clothes,
the diamonds,
the processions of nannies from England and France.
Who on earth would want
to pull the rug out from under the polished
shoes of the cream of Buenos Aires society?
You will tramp,
you will treat,
you will shine to the death,
you will shoddy.
But you bless,
you are me,
you shall have every breath in my body.
Put me down for a lifetime of success.
Give me credit, I'll find ways of paying.
Rio de la Plata,
Zlativa,
Corrientes, Nueve de Julio, all I want to know.
Stand back, Buenos Aires,
because you want to know what you're going to get in me.
Just a little touch,
just a little touch,
just a little touch of star quality.