Esta es la historia de Harry Kane

Inter has a mediocre strategy in the Championsleage

Bayer knows how to treat the ball effectively

The play begins and no surprise

Bayer has more than one chance

Here comes the story of Harry Kane

The man who kicks so wrong that it's a shame

Perhaps he eat something that has done him wrong

he never will win so the champonsleague

Estoy con poquito tiempo como para producir esta idea, pero si no la suelto ahora, va a perder vigencia...Si alguien se anima a cantarla y mandarme el videíto, se gana la cafetera express que tengo de más, hace mucho busco partner para ocurrencas canoras que de momento se las tienen que arreglar con mi horrible voz...ayer el Inter le ganó al Bayer que no perdía de local hace una punta de años, con un golazo del "Toro" Lautaro Martínez y otro agónico...Quien lo haya visto habrá observado con compungimiento consternado el sórdido desempeño de Harry Kane, que se erró siete goles que los hacía mi abuela con las can-can puestas...como evidentemente "Harry Kane" suena parecido a "Hurricane", se torna imprescindible retocar esta canción en la que Bob Dylan, tan criticado en su momento por no criticar Vietnam hace una denuncia sin cortapisas y a rajatablas sacando a pasear al racismo y domando al Ku-Kux-Klan...

El Bayer es un equipo de fuste

Van a dejar ir a Müller

porque el ajuste

hace que todo sea fuler-o-ohh

Oh, no lo puedo

Creer, atacan y atacan y la pelota

No quiere entrar

Les están cascoteando el rancho, mal

El Inter juega su peor partido del año

siente como el Bayer lo agobia

así que olvida todo homofobia

se cuelga del travesaño

Esta es la historia de Harry Kane

Capitán de la Selección inglesa

Erra caballerosos goles por más pases que le den

Cual caprichosa, melindrosa princesa

El primer tiro fácil imposible de errar

Le da en el palo, sonido de metal

Ya en el Mundial ese muchacho dio qué pensar

Ya entonces Harry dejaba mucho que desear

Erró contra Francia el segundo penal

De tanto asedio estéril el Bayer se cansa

El esfuerzo trunco desgasta la energía

Las piernas cansadas, el dolor de panza

El Inter recupera la algarabía

En un rápido contraataque burlan la defensa

La pelota pasa cerca y se va al córner

Ven que era pura fama lo de la eficacia intensa

La prensa alemana hizo la fama que les da de comer

Pero no es de una firmeza que nadie venza

Esta es la historia de Harry Kane

Un crack destacado que no pasó inadvertido

Había empezado jugando bien

No estaba tan perdido como en este crucial partido

Lautaro arranca por izquierda y pasa mitad de cancha

Un pase veloz que no logra ser interceptado

Su compañero elude al rival y hace pata ancha

La deja pasar y el esférico ha conectado

Es un goool, un increíbe inmerecido gol

En la segunda llegada del Inter

Que nunca la ponía, era re Incel

El Bayer que se cansó de llegar

Sufre el gol que no se hace de un lado

Un resultado a todas luces equivocado

Esta es la historia de Harry Kane

Ya erró seis tiros con pereza

Pone carita de haber perdido el tren

lo siente mucho, se agarra la cabeza

Ahora el Inter ataca más, fútbol inmundo

Se agrandó Chacarita con el empate

Van por el engolosinado segundo

El gol definitivo que los mate

Tener la posesión, tocar y jugar

Es lo mejor pero es agotador

Son los del Inter los que se entran a cansar

Y con seis en el área, Müller mete otro gol

Lo festeja como un Narciso

Que se ganó la lotería

el beso en Berisso

besar toda su anatomía

Esta es la historia del burro de Kane

Que es un espástico y nos tiene de rehén

Habría que haberlo sacado del estadio

Nunca vi a un jugador que sea más taradio

Pagamos fortunas por su pase

No hay nada de fulbo que él cace

Ahora falta poco para terminar

el empate desmoraliza al equipo rival

el Bayer decide rematar al golpeado alicaído

siente que así el destino lo ha decidido

Esta es la historia de Harry Kane

Que con esto de haber nacido no hizo bien

Si no jugaba Bayer metía diez

Ahora sufrimos un terrible stress

Porque en una contra letal

Meten un gol y a festejar

Tanos del orto que no saben hacer

del fútbol algo generoso de buen ver

siempre especulan bien atrás

Dejen al espectáculo en paz

Esta es la negligencia criminal

de Harry Kane que ayer jugo tan mal

Que un pasaje me quiero comprar

Para a su casa irlo a buscar...

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night

Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall

She sees a bartender in a pool of blood

Cries out, "my God, they killed them all"

Here comes the story of the Hurricane

The man the authorities came to blame

For somethin' that he never done

Put in a prison cell, but one time he coulda been

The champion of the world

Three bodies lyin' there, does Patty see

And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously

"I didn't do it" he says, and he throws up his hands

"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand"

"I saw them leavin'" he says, and he stops

"One of us had better call up the cops"

And so Patty calls the cops

And they arrive on the scene

With their red lights flashin' in a hot New Jersey night

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town

Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around

Number one contender for the middleweight crown

Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down

When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road

Just like the time before and the time before that

In Paterson that's just the way things go

If you're black you might as well not show up on the street

'Less you want to draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops

Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around

He said "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights

Jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates"

And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head

Cop said "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"

So they took him to the infirmary

And though this man could hardly see

They told him he could identify the guilty men

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in

They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs

The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye

Say "Why'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy"

Here's the story of the Hurricane

The man the authorities came to blame

For somethin' that he never done

Put in a prison cell, but one time he coulda been

The champion of the world

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame

Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name

While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game

And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame

"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"

"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"

"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"

"Think it mighta been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"

"Don't forget that you are white"

Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure"

The cops said "A poor boy like you, could use this break

We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello

You don't want to have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow

You'll be doin' society a favor

That son of a bitch is brave and gettin' braver

We want to put his ass in stir

We want to pin this triple murder on him

He ain't no Gentleman Jim"

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch

But he never did like to talk about it all that much

"It's my work" he'd say, "and I do it for pay

And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way"

Up to some paradise

Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice

And ride a horse along a trail

But then they took him to the jailhouse

Where they try to turn a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance

The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance

The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums

To the white folks who watched, he was a revolutionary bum

And for the black folks he was just a crazy nigger

No one doubted that he pulled the trigger

And though they could not produce the gun

The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed

And the all-white jury agreed

Rubin Carter was falsely tried

The crime was murder one, guess who testified?

Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied

And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride

How can the life of such a man

Be in the palm of some fool's hand?

To see him obviously framed

Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land

Where justice is a game

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties

Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise

While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell

An innocent man in a living hell

Yes, that's the story of the Hurricane

But it won't be over 'til they clear his name

And give him back the time he's done

Put in a prison cell, but one time he coulda been

The champion of the world