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The Vampires
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul Simon
Paul Simon
Vocals
Angelo Aponte
Angelo Aponte
Background Vocals
Milton Cardona
Milton Cardona
Background Vocals
Hechter Ubarry
Hechter Ubarry
Background Vocals
David DavilA
David DavilA
Background Vocals
Hans Giraldo
Hans Giraldo
Background Vocals
Luis Marrero
Luis Marrero
Background Vocals
Angel Ramirez
Angel Ramirez
Background Vocals
Robert Vargas
Robert Vargas
Background Vocals
Oscar Hernandez
Oscar Hernandez
Piano
Bernie Minoso
Bernie Minoso
Bass Guitar
Edwin Montalvo
Edwin Montalvo
Congas
Ray Vega
Ray Vega
Trumpet
John Walsh
John Walsh
Trumpet
Luis Lopez
Luis Lopez
Trombone
Mitch Frohman
Mitch Frohman
Tenor
Pablo Calogero
Pablo Calogero
Baritone Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Simon
Paul Simon
Composer
Derek Walcott
Derek Walcott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Simon
Paul Simon
Producer
Oscar Hernandez
Oscar Hernandez
Producer
Roy Halee
Roy Halee
Producer
Andy Smith
Andy Smith
Recording Engineer

Letra

Well, did you bring me my money My cab fare, my new shoes? I got expenses, you know Where's my weekly dues? I ain't giving you my fucking money Oye, motherfucker, where's this jibaro from? You go when I say I call, you come You know it takes a strong man to survive It ain't no accident that you're still alive (We stand for the neighborhood) He still lives with his mami, but he sneaks down A coolie in the shadow of the playground You wanna fight for your people, don't you, Sal? (Well, yeah, if I got to) Oh, you got to Come here, I wanna show you something This is the cave of the Vampires Count Dracula's castle The very sight could turn a white man grey Made in the shade, use my umbrella Black like the night we fly in That blade is all you need to keep the dogs away So, you want to be a vampire, man! That's good We always looking for young blood in the neighborhood now Carlos Apache collects the dues So you bring us something that we can use If you got the balls, then come on, mette mano If you got the balls, then come on, mette mano Frenchy Cordego goes down to Hell's Kitchen To sell the Irish some weed So this Paddy boys mother on the stoop starts bitchin' 'Bout spics is a mongrel breed Now here comes her son He looks like a ton of corned beef floating in beer He said "Fucking Puerto Rican dope-dealing punk Get your shit brown ass out of here" "Fucking Puerto Rican dope-dealing punk Get your shit brown ass out of here" (We stand for the neighborhood) So the shanty-town Irish they kicked his ass good Fractured his collar bone Co'o, all I was thinking is "What home of the brave? This a fucking war zone" If you got the balls then come on, mette mano (we stand for the neighborhood) If you got cojones, come on, mette mano (we stand for the neighborhood) If you got the balls, then come on, mette mano (we stand for the neighborhood) If you got the cojones, come on, mette mano
Writer(s): Paul Simon, Derek Walcott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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