Bailarín de contraseña

Saturday afternoon, you iron your suit, you get a haircut
You cut your hair, then you shave,
With plenty of cream you massage,
Gum and cologne, then you comb your hair.
 
Ready your figure, come nightfall
You dress lightly after dinner,
With a cigarette lit on your lips
You leave your house, you go dancing.
 
And when you arrive at the "Sportivo",
With your elegant silhouette,
You stop at the door
With the airs of a doctor.
Your gaze is attentive,
To see if the friend is there,
Who the day before yesterday promised you
The little entrance as a favor.
 
And while you're waiting
You already have everything planned,
If the friend doesn't show up
You know how to manage.
You wait for the interval
And with your smiling face,
You ask for the password
To everyone who leaves.