Banda Dominguera

I have a Sunday band
That always plays in the square
With a big tuba
And some tin cymbals.

The dog wagging its tail
The child wants a biscuit
The grandmother sells cookies
And the priest asks for devotees

That Sunday they dirty the square,
To think that Sunday is for resting
And I, who live collecting papers,
I will complain to the municipality.

(Chorus)

And yet I like the band
When on Sundays they start playing
And I, carrying papers, to this rhythm
That seems to infect the whole square...

I have a Sunday band
That always plays in the square
With a big tuba
And some tin cymbals (Chorus)

I have a Sunday band...
(Chorus repeated 6 times)