The cuddly toy

Tuesday august the 13th, nineteen fifty nine
In holy palace on the sea tennessee
A little kid lost his cuddly toy
During the cactus riders show
The waiting school's guitar solo caused him a triple somersault
The teddy bear thrown in the air
By the jumping kid at his first concert
Became a flying plush crashing two yards away
Too far away to be found
Until someone saved him, under the dancing crowd's feet
And brought it on stage for us to make an announcement on the mic
But too late, no one came to pick it up
No one came to pick it up, no one came to pick it up
Since tuesday, august the 13th, nineteen fifty nine
No one came to pick it up, no one came to pick it up
Now the teddy bear lives, in caryl's bass drum
Along with some colorful, gabachas de la cumbia's underwears
No one came to pick it up, no one came to pick it up
The cuddly toy is happy (now), although the place is noisy (wow)
No one came to pick it up, no one came to pick it up
The gabachas's panties have many many many stories
To tell bout, the adventures, of-the cactus riders circus tour
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Since our concert the kid listens to rock'n'roll only
He takes guitar lessons but fights with music theory
Dreams to make the duck walk, his teacher says it's too early
Misses his buddy (misses his buddy) and blames his parents, very probably
They didn't want to come back, cause it was goddam sleepy time
No one came to pick it up, no one came to pick it up
Since tuesday august the 13th nineteen fifty nine
No one came to pick it up, no one came to pick it up
No one came to pick it up, no one came to pick it up
The cuddly toy is waiting for you, in caryl's bass drum
As soon as you'll hear this song contact the cactus riders