El Son de Los Aguacates

This is a very beautiful son
It's the son, it's the son, it's the son of the avocados
There in the green cantina, the meyates frolic
There in the green cantina, the meyates frolic
From now on I tell all my buddies

I'm saving up coins
For when, for when, for when I die
May 7 bands come together and play my rancheras
May 7 bands come together and play my rancheras
I'm saving up coins and filling up the bags

From now on I tell
All all all all my buddies
May 7 bands come together and play my rancheras
May 7 bands come together and play my rancheras
From now on I tell all my buddies

This is a very beautiful son
It's the son, it's the son, it's the son of the avocados
There in the green cantina, the meyates frolic
There in the green cantina, the meyates frolic
This is a very beautiful son, the son of the avocados