dice are rolling the knives are out i see every bad sign in the book and as far as they canoverweight to a man they have that lean and hungry look but we still have the magic we've always hadthe descamisados still worship me we arrive thanks to them and no one else no thanks toyour generals a clutch of stuffed cuckoos it's not a question of a big parade proving we'rebig with the mobs on the street you're wrong the people my people the people belong to no onethey are fickle can be manipulated they don't matter however much they love you now it mattersmore that as far as my stuffed cuckoos are concerned you don't politically exist so i don'texist so i can't for nothing try saying that on the street when all over the world i am argentinaah most of your generalswouldn't be recognized by their own mothersbut they'll admit i exist when i become vice presidentthat won't work we've been through all of this before they fight you tooth and nailyou'd never overcome them with a hundred rallies and even if you did yesyour little body slowly breaking downyou're losing speed you're losing strength not style that goes on flourishing foreverbut your eyes your smile do not have the sparkle of their fantastic past if you climb one moremountain it could be your last i'm not that ill bad moments come but they gosome days are fine some a little bit harder but that doesn't mean i should change my routinehave you ever seen me defeated don't you forget what i've been through and yet i'm still standingand if i am ill that could even be to your advantage advantageadvantage i'm trying to point out that you are dyingthis talk of death is chilling of course you're not going to diethen i must now be vice presidentand i shall havemypeople come to choosetoempty their villagesknows me as argentinathatisisoh i shall be a great vice presidentandyoucessoGaenderyouyourcareernoyougogoWhat happens now?Where am I going to?Don't ask anymore.