Ya Se Fue El 71

(reciting)

- I'm going to turn on the music box
So my little daughter falls asleep, right?
- Be careful, you're going to wake up the baby, man!

(singing)

My life, the 71 is gone,
My life, turned into rubble,
My life, older than the king of clubs,
My life, with his nanny on his shoulder,
My life, the 71 is gone.

Here comes the 72, damn,
Dying of laughter,
Patent leather shoe,
Damn, fancy shirt.
Here comes the 72, damn,
Damn, dying of laughter.

Fancy shirt, oh yes,
Damn, ragged tough guys
Handing out to the world
Damn, gold watches.

With the 71,
Damn, and I have breakfast.