Al Fondo Hay Sitio
El Carreta Jorge Perez
There's Room at the Back
There's a bus that takes you wherever you want to go
With a thousand stops, they call it Paris - Dakar
On line 120 that smokes like a train
To wherever you raise your hand, if the brake works well
What a trip, little carts, the one who arrives shouts: Bingo!
I got on yesterday without realizing it was February and Sunday
To pay for my ticket, I put my hand in my pocket
I was told to stay still, a yellow zamba
Seven singers got on, ten beggars, eight crazy people
I think there were guitarists playing and playing
Some smoked cake, others reached into their pockets
Coco Chanel perfume, mixed with parmesan
A lady shouted: My baby is peeing!
People from the streets were gulping down buckets of water
The pickpockets very cleverly made a pile on me
Polishing my underwear without taking off my pants
The traffic is in the street
And there are buses that look like stagecoaches, little carts
But there's room at the back!
