Coati Mundi — Que Pasa - Me No Pop I (Мелодия из фильма "Хозяева ночи / We Own the Night")

Текст песни: Que Pasa - Me No Pop I (Мелодия из фильма "Хозяева ночи / We Own the Night")

Que pasa? que pasa?
Que pasa contigo?
No me digas
Que tu no me quieres más
What happenin' with you?
What's on your mind?
I know you want to say:
"Bye bye, que te veo, veo!"

I give you everything you need
Money, home, insurance policies
And I don't even have from you
A money-back guarantee
You're always playing with my head
Like when you say: "I'm no good in bed"
You ain't got no heart
You just want to beat me up
I know I'm having hard time
That's why you want to say bye bye
Like in the fall the tree gets rid of the sticks
You're trying to get rid of me

I know
(Que pasa? que pasa?)
I know, I know
(Que pasa contigo?)
My heart say so
No me digas
Que tu no me quieres más
What's happenin' with you?
What's on your mind?
I know you want to say:
"Bye bye, que te veo, veo!"
Hay mujer mía
Que quieres de mi vida
Yo te trato bien
Todavía tu no estas feliz
El amor no es un relajo
No juegues con mi corazón
Y por favor
En frente de gente
No me digas: "Histérico!"
Fijate ahora
Porque todo mi no me importa
Por fin eres tú la que vas a sufrir
Si te quito mi dinero tú no puedes vivir

I know
(Que pasa? que pasa?)
I know, I know
(Que pasa contigo?)
My heart say so
No me digas
Que tu no me quieres más
No no no no no no
What happenin' with you?
What's on your mind?
I know you want to say:
"Bye bye, que te veo, veo!"
Hay que linda te ves!

Hay hay no no no (No no)
Hay hay no no no (Don't go)
Hay hay no no no (No no)
Hay hay no no no (Don't go)
Hay hay no no

Sure your love was there
Like-a dandruff in my hair
Like pollution in the air
Like a fruit-fly on a pear
But I don't really care
I throw my hands in the air
And I'm steppin' to the music
Like a Fred Astaire, you dig
I may not be a Gable
But I'm ready willing and able, hang on this
Check me out!
I'm the George Raft of the leisure class
I'm the James Dean of the music scene
The call me Eddie G 'cause I do what I please
They call me Lenny Bruce 'cause I tell the truth
I wear baggy pants and two-tone shoes
I'm a gentleman, with me you can't lose
I'm 5 foot three, but if you mess with me
You're gonna lose your manhood
I hope it's all insured, you dig?
I tell you, there'll be another bi-centennial
Before I hear the truth from your mouth
You better hear me out
You better hear me out
Me no Popeye, you no Olive Oyl
Me no Popeye, you no Olive Oyl
Me no Popeye, you no Olive Oyl
Me no Popeye, you no Olive Oyl
Me no Popeye, you no Olive Oyl
Me no Popeye, you no Olive Oyl

The truth is so mighty real

When I came from the VD clinic
I thought our love was finished
How could you be so crude
Makin' love to so many dudes
But you love to get it on
Like a Mr. King Kong and a sexy blonde
You're a heathen, you got no culture
Uglier than an ulcer
You ain't got no class
With brains like a McDonald's glass
You're full of fertilizer
Number two is your appetizer
Now wise up, get along
Sticks and stones only break your bones
Gonna ramble ramble ramble 'til I melt ya heart
You're lost, you must remember dust to dust
(Aaaaaah yah yah ah ha ah ha)
That's right children, speak the truth!

Kid Creole the action hero
Says your love for me is zero
But I hope you realise
Love will never die
You can never say bye bye
No matter how much you try
You're asking me to stop it
Go on to another topic
Well I, know no culture, you dig?
(Aaaaah yah yah ah ha ah ha)
Speak the truth children!

I tell you, intellectual constipation
Will be the death of this here great nation
You better hear me out
You better hear me out

Me no Popeye, you no Olive Oyl ...