It was a silly, hot afternoon
One of those that the sun burns your forehead
And I was dying to see you
My only idea was to win you over
It was to take you anywhere
That day I played at the bar with no name
And there I hoped to find you
I put on some tight little pants
The concert T-shirt
Come on, Josele, head for the car
Because tonight we'll eat it up
And as I passed by your street, there you were
Waiting at the bus stop
Munching on that lollipop with style
What a vice, what a vice!
I don't know what hit me in the back
When I saw the slit of your skirt
That a Seat Panda swerved in front of me
And it chewed up the bumper of my Ford Escort
Because of the slit of your skirt, I
Had a crash with a Seat Panda
Because of the slit of your skirt, I
Had a crash with a Seat Panda
We arrived late, that doesn't change
And the guy in the joint is pissed
Because there's still nothing set up
And the crowd that keeps pouring in
And I plug in that keep plugging in
My brother tests that keeps testing
Does this get heard or not get heard?
Amid the people's heat, soul of the ambience
The dazzling spotlights are very powerful
The audience in front very expectant
Suddenly the door opened
While I was grabbing the guitar
And my legs trembled
On seeing again the slit of your skirt
Because of the slit of your skirt, I
I snapped three strings of this guitar
Because of the slit of your skirt
I broke three strings of this guitar
And now time has gone by
It seems like it was yesterday
Since you disappeared from the concert
I no longer remember your eyes
I can only remember the slit of your skirt
Because of the slit of your skirt
I've gotten obsessed and I go from bar to bar
Because of the slit of your skirt
I had a crash with a Seat Panda
Because of the slit of your skirt
I had a crash with a Seat Panda
Because of the slit of your skirt
I had a wreck with a Seat Panda