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Un Baile A Beneficio

Con el lungo Pantaleón
Pepino y el Loco Juan
El Peludo Santillán
Tito y el Chueco Ramón
Salimos con la intención
De ir a un bailongo fulero
A beneficio de un reo
Que se hallaba engayolado
En Devoto y acusado
Por asuntos de choreo

Resulta que el loco es de buena familia
Pero tiene un inconveniente el hombre
Es coleccionista de gallinas

Al buffet por la bebida
Fui yo, Tito y el Peludo
Que ya estaba medio mudo
Por la curda que tenía
Pero ahí encontré una cría
Chupando que daba gusto
Estaba el guitarrero Augusto
Gatillo, el cortao Potranca
Y el sordo, tenía una tranca
Que de verlo daba susto

Este amigo siempre es borracho
Y pensar que nació en la Mar Torre, loco

En el ambiente de minas
Estaban las de Mendieta
Con la flaca Pañoleta
La Paja Brava y la China
Pichota, la Golondrina
La mechera Encarnación
La gorda del corralón
Sarita de la cortada
La Grela de puñalada
Y la parda del callejón

Era un ambiente bastante bastante somelí
El ambiente

Entre el baile, meta y ponga
Era brava la negrada
Y entre cortes y quebradas
Se mandaban la milonga
Una negra media conga
Bailando con un chabón
Le dio al Loco un pisotón
Propiamente en el juanete
Si Santillán no se mete
El Loco, el Loco le da un piñón

Pero hay que ver amigos
Siempre le pisan el juanete al Loco
También si el loco tiene un juanete que parece una milanesa

Pero el chabón muy careta
Al Loco le dio un sopapo
Cayó el Loco como un sapo
Haciendo sonar la jeta
Intervino Pañoleta
Para aliviar la cuestión
El chabón para un rincón
Se las quería picar
Pero lo hizo sonar
De un tortazo Pantaleón

Pronto se armó la podrida
Piñas, trompadas, bancazos
Santillán tiró un balazo
Con un chumbo que traía
Toda la gente corría
Quedó la casa pelada
Pa' terminar la velada
Yo me chorié un bandoneón
Un Piloto, Pantaleón
Y el Loco la jeta hinchada

A Benefit Dance

With tall Pantaleón, my dear,
Pepino and Crazy Juan,
Hairy Santillán, you see,
Tito and Crooked Ramón,
We went out with the intention, love,
To go to a lousy dance,
A benefit for a convict, darling,
Who was caged up tight,
In Devoto, and accused, sweetheart,
Of thievery, day and night.

Turns out the crazy guy is from a good family, dear,
But the man has a problem, you see,
He's a chicken collector, believe me.

To the buffet for drinks, my love,
Went me, Tito and the Hairy one,
Who was already half-mute, darling,
From the booze he'd begun.
But there I found a young one, sweetheart,
Drinking with such delight,
There was Augusto the guitarist, my dear,
Gatillo, the "Cortao" Potranca,
And the deaf guy, he had a mug, love,
That just seeing him gave you a fright.

This friend is always drunk, darling,
And to think he was born in Mar Torre, crazy guy.

In the ladies' area, sweetheart,
Were Mendieta's girls, you see,
With skinny Pañoleta, my love,
La Paja Brava and the China,
Pichota, the Swallow, darling,
The pickpocket Encarnación,
The fat girl from the corral, sweetheart,
Sarita from the alleyway,
The Grela of stabbing fame, my love,
And the brown girl from the backstreet, they say.

It was a pretty, pretty rowdy atmosphere, dear,
The atmosphere.

Between the dancing, give and take, my love,
The black folks were wild, you see,
And between cuts and breaks, darling,
They danced the milonga free.
A half-Conga black woman, sweetheart,
Dancing with a bloke,
Stepped on Crazy's foot, my love,
Right on his bunion, I spoke.
If Santillán hadn't intervened, darling,
Crazy, Crazy would have given him a smack.

But you have to see, my friends,
They always step on Crazy's bunion, it never ends.
Also, the crazy guy has a bunion that looks like a milanesa, I contend.

But the bloke, very cheeky, dear,
Gave Crazy a slap on the face,
Crazy fell like a toad, you see,
Making his face sound a bass.
Pañoleta intervened, my love,
To ease the situation's strain,
The bloke in a corner, darling,
Wanted to split, it's plain.
But Pantaleón made him ring, sweetheart,
With a slap, causing him pain.

Soon the brawl was on, dear,
Fists, punches, bench blows too,
Santillán fired a shot, you see,
With a gun he brought anew.
Everyone was running, my love,
The place was left bare,
To end the evening, darling,
I stole a bandoneon, I swear.
A "Piloto", Pantaleón, sweetheart,
And Crazy, a swollen face, to bear.