Kultur Shock Poor Man's Tango
This is the tango of a poor man,
Who's dealt the cards of a bad hand,
He tried to go where no poor man went before,
Where he does not belong.
Oh, the tango, and a poor man,
Toiled for live to buy,
Yellow roses for a woman,
That ate his heart alive.
She danced the tango with a rich man,
She found the footsteps she never had,
Forgot the sorrow of her motherland,
While he just stood betrayed.
This is the prison of a poor man,
We're doing time and we comprehend,
Money has never been our friend,
You stay where you belong.
Tango, only jealosy I know,
My passion my sorrow,
Yellow roses to tango.
Tango, it was all for the tango,
Only tango can,
Only tango can make you feel dead or alive.
