The music’s loud,
Lou and the cab, yeah…
The music’s loud,

Lou and the cab,
It don’t go everywhere, no…
Ain’t runnin’ on soda,
No yellow sax in the radio.

Knows every street by heart,
Every little bar,
Every dark corner,
And the river’s flow.

And the bridges burnin’ in his ride,
The music’s loud, yeah, it’s rumba and wild,
Old rock meets the mambo,
Too scared to be retro.

Nap, work, cab,
That’s his life.
Subway, the vibe.

Ooh-ooh-ooh,
Ooh-ooh-ooh,
Rum and the mambo, (Oh-oh-oh)
A bottle of age,
That’s just how he rolls.
Rum and mambo,
Lou, that’s his life.

In his ride,
The music’s loud, it’s on the phone.
It’s the rumba, (Oh-oh-oh)
Old rock meets the mambo, fake or real.
In the night, toward the Amazon,
Lou,
Go on, Lou,
Go on, push it.

Guitar Solo
(…)

Lou and the cab,
And Doctor Xavier,
A contract, yeah.
Lou, the cab,
And fa-fa-ye-ye, in February,
Lou-lou-lou,

Lou, and the cab,
That’s his life.
Rum and mambo,
A bottle of age.

And the mariachis,
Lou, the cab,
And the subway, nap,
Lou and the cab.

Go on, Lou,
Go on, push it,
In the night, toward the Amazon.
Lou and the cab.

Cha-cha,
And the cha-cha.


(…)
(Sudden cut to silence)

"Lou and the Cab VS Lou et le taxi"
by MalreDeszik

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