Rama lama ding dong

Ortega se sentaba siempre en la misma mesa del hostal Savoy. Consumía un cigarrillo tras otro mientras las viejas canciones de los años 60 denotaban la nostalgia en sus ojos. Solo cuando los vetustos altavoces de madera expulsaban el rama lama ding dong, parecía que sus pies cobraban vida propia...

Oh oh oh oh

i got a girl named rama lama, rama lama ding dong

she's everything to me

rama lama, rama lama ding dong

i'll never set her free

for she's mine, all mine

oh oh oh oh

i got a girl named rama lama, rama lama ding dong,

she's fine to me,

rama lama, rama lama ding dong

you don't believe that she's mine, all mine

i love her,

love her, lover her so.

that i'll never, never let her go.

you may be certain she's mine, all mine,

she's mine all of the time.

oh i got a girl named rama lama, rama lama ding dong

she's everything to me

rama lama, rama lama ding dong

i'll never set her free

for she's mine, all mine