El Mimoso

Almost everyone asks me what's wrong with me
That I don't eat, that I don't sleep, that I no longer live at home
But they don't know perhaps that Rafaela
Don Carrá's daughter is the cause of my sorrows

She asked me to be like Juanjo Camero
She tells me: Swear to me, skinny, oh, your eternal love
And I always reply: I love you, my love
And amidst kisses, she sings me her sweet song

Whose little mouth is that? (Yours, yours)
Whose little eyes are those? (Yours, yours)
Whose little ear is that? (Yours, yours)
Whose little kisses are those?

You know, hey, my little love, act affectionate
Because if you do TV, you'll send them packing
That Alan Deloin and Bebán, because you're more handsome
Than García Satur and Sandro, and even Levrino

I took her to the theater and you won't believe
I got very jealous of Gordo Porcel
Because Gordo was looking at her with great frenzy
So I consoled myself by singing like this

Whose little mouth is that? (Yours, yours)
Whose little eyes are those? (Yours, yours)
Whose little ear is that? (Yours, yours)
Whose little kisses are those?