Los Payasos
Chespirito
The Clowns
All the clowns
Clowns, clowns
Wear a dress in the shape of a sack
Made of patches
Patches, patches
And they wear colossal-sized shoes
Made of a thousand pieces
Pieces, pieces
Carrying an umbrella that insists on surviving
Long live the clowns, the good clowns!
Clowns, clowns that make me laugh
Clowns, clowns that make me laugh
They have noses
Noses, noses
Red and round as if they were beets
They are always happy
Happy, happy
Even if suddenly a pie is thrown at them
Hits and blows
Blows, blows
Sticks and slaps, to give and receive
Long live the clowns, the good clowns!
Clowns, clowns that make me laugh
Clowns, clowns that make me laugh
Oh, Mr. Patiño!
Patiño, Patiño
I have my shoes on the wrong way
That's why I slip
Slip, slip
When I say one, I say two and I say three
I feel so few
Few, few
The moments when we can have fun
Long live the clowns, the good clowns!
Clowns, clowns that make me laugh
Clowns, clowns that make me laugh
