Cumbia de los aburridos

(CHORUS)
Look at the bored ones
With depressed feet
See how they rise with wobbly legs
See how they squeeze the bemba
See the chubby girl sucking in her belly
See how she gets tired
Going down deep to the very bottom
With a round movement
A little tequila with salt
To stimulate the spine
And wake up all the organs of your body
Let's resurrect the dead
Those who never dance and stay in the corner
Without getting up with their balls stuck to their blessed thigh
Those who smell like old man's pee
Those are the ones I resurrect
And I give them back their appetite
With a little bit of pornography
Woman, you are a whole geometry
You have the pudding just how I like it
Stretched with stretch marks
like from a bakery
with a short skirt
Miami style
showing half of the salami
here I bring you some yambinga juice
damn, stomp your feet, you're not a gringa
I shake you like a sneeze
I make you vomit breakfast
I teach you my manly language
and with it, I vaccinate you
(CHORUS)
Look at the bored ones...boo
With depressed feet...boo
See how they rise with wobbly legs
See how they squeeze the bemba...look, look
See the chubby girl sucking in her belly
See how she gets tired...look
Going down deep to the very bottom...look, look

I throw my womanizing rhetoric at the old ladies
With a little Greek philosophy
So that the skins loosen up
And start stinging like bees
If there's no partner
Then we dance with the shadow
There's no carpet here
Here we dance in the mud
With a bit of charango
Let's slide those feet like in tango
And if she's wearing a thong
Show all the goods
Here comes the bargain
With a commotion
To fill the eyes with your spell
Oh my, you're going to kill me with an asthma attack
You're going to kill me like the ghosts
From a scare with all that commotion shaking
I'll reach you as far as Cusco
I'll reach you as far as Peru
Nak..naked
I eat the whole chicken
I eat your steak raw
You, you, you but only you
You have me chubby and well taken care of
But you've spoiled me so well
She cooks for me and I cook for her
A peacock like the pilgrims
She has me spinning like a whirlwind
From side to side like penguins
You're a fantasy, you're a myth
Like Snow White and the seven dwarfs
With that little shake to my eggs
they feel like giving birth to thirteen kids
(CHORUS)
Look at the bored ones...boo
With depressed feet...boo
See how they rise with wobbly legs
See how they squeeze the bemba...look
See the chubby girl sucking in her belly
See how she gets tired...look
Going down deep to the very bottom
With a round movement...look
Look
Look
Look, look
Look, look
Look