Cuando salí de la Habana
válgame diooos
En el puerto, encontré un caracol. Su nombre era Fred. Era de New Jersey. Le invité a una soda.
Allí, con nuestras gafas de sol, mirando el horizonte, estuvimos contando relatos de nuestra infancia.
Le comenté que conocía a otro caracol, llamado Stanley. Hablando de él, resultó ser su primo británico, al que hacía mucho tiempo que no veía. Me dio su número, y se han vuelto a reunir.
A veces hacer buenas acciones por la comunidad caracol, aunque sea por coincidencia, le hacen sentir bien a una.
Well, lived my life and never stopped to worry bout a thing
Opened up and shouted out and never tried to sing
Wondering if Id done wrong
Will this depression last for long?
Wont you tell me
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
Well, once we had an easy ride and always felt the same
Time was on our side and I had everything to gain
Let it be like yesterday
Please let me have happy days
Wont you tell me
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
Ma and pa look back at all the things they used to do
Didnt have no money and they always told the truth
Daddy didnt have no toys
And mummy didnt need no boys
Wont you tell me
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
Well, yesterday was such an easy game for you to play
But lets face it things are so much easier today
Guess you need some bringing down
And get your feet back on the ground
Wont you tell me
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
Where have all the good times gone?
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