Sábado Distrito Federal

Saturday Federal District
Saturday Federal District
Saturday Federal District
Ay, ay, ay!

From ten o'clock there's nowhere to park the car
Not a taxi driver willing to take you
Getting to the center, crossing it is a mess
An anthill doesn't have as many animals

The stores and shops are a show-off
Of crowds that come to buy
On credit because things are heating up
They only go to the bank to withdraw

Those who did nothing during the week are broke
They'll pawn anything, even the basin, at the Monte de Piedad
There are three-block lines at the ungrateful places
And there are fools who try to cut in line

The pulquería filled up at noon
The bricklayers finished their work
Otilia made some really spicy enchiladas
The street food vendor who cooks on her griddle!

Saturday Federal District
Saturday Federal District
Saturday Federal District
Ay, ay, ay!

The bureaucrats go to the cantina at two
All the fireworks always start at two
The wealthy leave with their fancy clothes
To Cuernavaca, to Palo Alto, who knows where!

All afternoon the lazy ones go to the café
Others play poker, billiards, or dominoes
There the embezzlement begins its damage
And the family? Very well, thank you, they didn't eat!

The nightclubs at night have dance floors
Packed with tourists and high society
They pay their bills with bounced checks
Or 'I'll leave you this big watch, I'll come back to get it'

They go for brothels around dawn
Those lucky enough to escape the police
A trio sings to them in Indianilla, where it all ends
Rich and poor from the Federal District

That's a Saturday in the Federal District
Saturday Federal District
Saturday Federal District