Lawyer: Your honor, I would like to call my first witness
to the stand All the way from East LA, 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