perico macoña

I know Perico Macoña, an unmatched mulatto
He puts a cigarette in the fine ones and immediately starts to play
That mulatto is a broken bridge, no one can pass him
He stands on the corners and starts to chat up everyone

He has problems, oh, with all his friendships
Nobody wants to hang out with him
And everyone asks him
Tell me, Perico, tell me if that's why you smoke
(Tell me Perico, if that's why you smoke)

Listen, that mulatto is a broken bridge, he gets carried away
And nobody, look, can pass him
Listen, Perico
(If that's why you smoke)

Listen, you know, Perico, that the doctor has told you
That cigarettes make you dizzy
Oh, but Perico
(If that's why you smoke) but what a tomb

That melody, Perico
You're going to fall into the cold grave, oh
Ah, eh! Perico, (if that's why you smoke)
Listen to me, baby, if that's why you smoke
(If that's why you smoke)

Listen, that mulatto is getting more drunk than a chilinga, (if that's why you smoke)
Listen, tell me, tell me, if that's why you smoke and tell me, (if that's why you smoke)
Listen, but you're looking for enemies, (if that's why you smoke)

Rumba papo, that melody, knock it down, (if that's why you smoke)
Oh, little black one, you already look like a broken bridge, (if that's why you smoke)
Oh, but nobody, oh, nobody can pass you, (if that's why you smoke)
Knock down that melody, papo!