Lawyer: Your honor, I would like to call my first witness to the stand. All the way from East L.A., your honor, Pablo Diablo.
Pablo: Hey! Guantana
mira. Hey, my lovin' is for everyone, man. Do you know it reminds me of
the summertime in the bungalows of Spain, all night in the park. Eh, you
would hear your music. It would be on the eighth floor, but the pongos
they reach up there, man! We used to keep the whole neighborhood up.
(Singing) Guantanamara!
Lawyer: Thank you,
Pablo, for nothing. Jesus Christ, what a moron. No further questions, your
honor.
© Wyclef Jean 1997 Extrait de l'album "The Carnival".