La Murga de Los Currelantes

Oh Lord, the mess they made, the trouble they caused
with the exit, the freemasonry
and the subversion 1st ball, the bulls,
the lottery and the betting in Seville, the lyrics, the television.
Yus pikingli'r, tourism, sofico, income,
the Germans bombs in Palomares
- Oh my God! And now with the uncovering of the breast
and trotting the camouflages the snakes in hypocritical attire.
And it's that the dentures
are no longer hard for these goodies
and the breakage arrives and the staff
sitting down, as they pull from cheek to cheek
while the beans cook, the singing is released:
Maria! take the reins of the self-employment
Marcelo! the unemployed want work
Manuel! what are you going to do with the boss?
well, we're going to give him the tran tracatran pick and shovel -ichimpon!-
and work, paraban paraban paraban bread.
Chorus
This is the murga of the workers
that to the respectable, in a good way,
will explain the mechanism to move forward
in the most beautiful and popular way:
end unemployment and have work, free school,
medicine and hospital, bread and joy never be lacking.
May the emigrants return soon, may there be culture
and prosperity.
Maroto! sow the land, it's not a preserve
Falote! it's enough of living off others
Ramón! we must end so much scoundrel
well, we're going to give him the tran lacatran pick and shovel
-ichimpon!- and work, paraban paraban paraban bread.