La Canasta De Los Huevos

I'm going to draw a line
For those who fit the bill,
Because everything I have
Has cost me my work
Some are bitter
And others are well burnt

They talk and talk about me
It's good that they're talking
Because that means
They're starting to worry
They want to know me well
Go pick a fight with the rooster

Some sing the songs
Others just recite them
Some sing very well
And others don't sing at all
They start to criticize
And can't even hit the right notes

Let the mariachi accompany me
Or a northern band
On Saint Cecilia's day
Let the shipyards play
To sing to my people
The best corridos

Money is very nice
Women give pleasure
I'm not everyone's cup of tea
I know some won't like me
And others will be hurt

I composed the corrido
Because I felt like it
From the basket of eggs
Everyone comes and grabs
Don't move them too much
Or they'll break and get messy