the chicos lookin' for some play
he wore a satin shirt and said a prayer to yemaya
and he was calm and handsome
as they squeezed through to the bar
the girls were in tight dresses
just like sweets in cellophane
sabroson from spanish harlem
in her hand a single rose
and in her mouth a razorblade
too many people to be safe
and dance it all away. bailamos
but where else were they gonna go
and then she heard the screams
and saw the smoke come down
and then it really turned into the hottest club in town
she remembers all the firetrucks