Al Mayor De Los Fernández

Hey dad, I'll tell you what my brother told me, says that when it comes to love, you went too far, that your addiction to skirts, you passed it on to him, that if he loves the ladies, you also inherited it
Don't pay attention to this guy, to what he's telling you, you already know him, you know he likes to gossip, I said that you passed on to me the love for singing but about skirts and ladies, I didn't say anything
Oh devilish boys, stop arguing, I know perfectly well, your ways and your songs, stop trying to fool me, I know your intentions, you won't get anything out of me... I know you well, trucks
Let's keep singing and let the trumpet sound, so that the bosses don't pack our bags
Look dad, today as we're airing our things, I want to sing to you, my old man, my most beautiful tune, the one that says I love you, how proud I am to live, and that there's no other father like mine
I also want to tell you, being your oldest son, how nice it feels to carry your blood, what a blessing it is to have you, and the greatest privilege, is to be able to say father, to the oldest of the Fernández
I appreciate your words and your shows of affection, and even though you have mustaches now, for me you're still kids, to talk about great loves, I know well that it's never too late, just as they love this man... I also loved my father
Let's keep singing like grandpa used to sing, throat, why do I need you, if not to sing to the people