Perico Macoña

I know Perico Macoña, a mulatto without equal
He puts a fine cigar in and immediately starts to annoy
That mulatto is a broken bridge, no one can cross it
He stands on the corners and everyone starts to gossip
He has problems with all his friends
With him no one, oh with him no one wants to hang out
And everyone asks him

Oh tell me Perico, oh tell me if that's what you smoke for
(Tell me Perico, that's what you smoke for)
Hey, that mulatto, look, he's a broken bridge, he's snatching away
And no one looks at what can happen
(Tell me Perico, that's what you smoke for)
Hey, Perico
Hey, you know, Perico, that the doctor told you
I bet cigarettes make you dizzy
(Tell me Perico, that's what you smoke for)
Oh, but Perico Macoña
Grave, but what a grave that melody is, Perico
You're going to fall into the cold grave oh

Ae! Parakeet
(If that's what you smoke for)
Listen to me, baby, if that's why you smoke
(If that's what you smoke for)
Hey, that mulatto is already getting fed up like a kite
(If that's what you smoke for)
Hey, tell me, tell me if that's what you smoke for and tell me
(If that's what you smoke for)
Hey, but you go looking for enemies?
(If that's what you smoke for)
Tomb papo, knock that melody down
(If that's what you smoke for)
Oh, blackie, you already look like a broken bridge
(If that's what you smoke for)
Oh, but nobody, oh nobody, can pass you
(If that's what you smoke for)
Drop that melody, papo!