Pablo Diablo (Interlude)

[Skit]
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! Mira mami, Guantanamera. Hey, my lovin' is for everyone, man. You know it reminds me of the summertime and the bongos is playing all night in the park. Eh, you could hear the music, you could be on the eighth floor, but the bongos they reach up there, man! We used to keep the whole neighborhood up, Guantanamera!
Lawyer: Thank you, Pablo, for nothing. Jesus Christ, what a moron. No further questions, your honor