Quieren Dinero
Es mentira eso del amor al arte
No es tan cierto eso de la vocación
Estamos listos tú y yo para matarnos
Los dos por algún miserable porcentaje
Están corriendo los demás
Están robando si es posible
Y nunca con seguridad
Es una humana condición
O es nuestro estupido sistema
Es una nueva religión
O tal vez solo sea su emblema
El caso es que mi papá debe pegarle a tu papá
Porque en la mesa no cabemos todos
Salvavida o delincuente conductor o presidente
La cuestión fuciona del mismo modo
Nadie te puede ayudar
Nadie tiene tiempo de reclamar
Solo algo todos quieren en común
Solo algo deja bien a casi todo el mundo
Quieren dinero
Es el cómo y el por qué, es el presente y el futuro
Es el poder y la pasión, el atractivo más seguro
El profesor no tiene la cabeza en enseñar
Como el doctor no sale de su casa para sanar
Somos mil perros tras un hueso, esclavos de los pesos
No es chiste ser mayor paren mi reloj por favor
Nadie te puede ayudar
Nadie tiene tiempo de reclamar
Solo algo todos quieren en común
Solo algo deja bien a casi todo el mundo
Quieren dinero
Quiero más pesos, quiero más dólares
Quiero más libras, quiero más australes
Quiero más pesos, quiero más dólares
Quiero más libras, quiero más australes
Quiero más pesos, quiero más dólares
Quieren dinero
[Verse 1]
It's a lie, everything about loving art
It's not true all that about vocation
We're ready, you and me, to kill each other
Over some miserable percentage
Everybody is running, and stealing if they can
And never with security
[Verse 2]
It's a human condition
Or it's our stupid system
It's a new religion
Or maybe just its symbol
The thing is my dad has to fight your dad
Because at the table we can't fit everybody
Lifeguard or delinquent
Driver or president
The issuе works the same way
[Pre-Chorus]
Nobody can help you
No onе has time to complain
There's just one thing that everybody wants
There's just one thing that leaves almost everyone well
[Chorus]
They want money, they want money
They want money, they want money
[Verse 3]
It's the how and why
It's the present and the future
It's power and passion, the safest attractive
Teacher isn't thinking of teaching
Like the doctor doesn't leave his house to heal
Like dogs going for a bone
Slaves to the peso
It's not a joke being old, please stop my clock
[Pre-Chorus]
Nobody can help you
No one has time to complain
There's just one thing that everyone wants
There's just one thing that leaves almost everyone well
[Chorus]
They want money, they want money
They want money, they want money
They want money, they want money
They want money, they want money
[Bridge]
I want more pesos, I want more dollars
I want more pounds, I want more australes
I want more pesos, I want more dollars
(It's not a joke being old, please stop my clock)
I want more pounds, I want more australes
(It's not a joke being old, please stop my clock)
[Skit: Jorge González & Carlos Fonseca]
- Jorge?
- Hello?
- How are you?
- Good, how about you?
- Good, thank you. Hey, I was calling you to tell you they were offering us a gig at Concepción, on the 25th
- And how much are they paying?
- Little... 80 because it's for the benefit of some grannies with ungrateful grandkids; but all the bills are paid...
- No, I'm not interested. That's very little
- Hey, but it's a noble cause!
- I'm not interested, that's very little! What do you think, that I'm Santa Claus?
- How could you be so heartless?
- Oh, come on, Carlitos, don't be such a crybaby
[Chorus]
They want money, they want money
They want money, they want money
They want money, they want money
They want money, they want money
