... His vitality had betrayed him And that continued abuse of rock'n'roll With lost health and lack of morals He debated between life and the afterlife He said goodbye to his people to ensure A good memory and a little spiritual peace The family commented in a low voice His exemplary life The music hit his gray matter And delirious giving samples of wanting to dance In a nightmare of his heroic form On tropical landscapes in technicolor Nurses and patients at the same time They danced in a dream without interruption To a rhythm that seemed so feverish and unreal Rumba Twist Ibugi Bugi Guarachan Rumba Twist They danced in white boots And the music catapults and transports him To a musical heaven where imagination exists An involuntary hypo effect of his evil He shook it on the bed almost non-stop While he hurried to write A literary will for the future He tried to find out the initial cause Of the physiological and animal earthquake When suddenly he abandons the bed in a deadly jump Rumba Twist Ibugi Bugi Guarachan Rumba Twist They danced in white boots And the music catapults and transports him To a musical heaven where imagination exists Rumba Twist Ibugi Bugi Guarachan Rumba Twist They danced in white boots And the music catapults and transports him To a musical heaven where imagination exists Rumba Twist