Guacho

spit on the flag
grab my hose
left outside
not thinking about the way
to get back in
nothing in particular
just thru the window
catch you and get you dirty
with my knuckle plays that yupi
while a groupie takes his cheese
that's why I stay standing
I watch TV
there they are no longer
neither Martín Karadagián
nor the great Satan Hussein
only the grandson of Kwai Chang Caine
who frankly
doesn't do it very well
I gotta make it happen
even if they might kill me
cause I've been here
and I've been there I'm going my way
I'm going anywhere
I'll show you where you're gonna sit
what are you looking at
wimp
I have a bullet and it might be for you
I keep the pace in the maze
just in case who's in first base
I got myself fifty ways
like no motherfuckin Paul Simon
I shine like a diamond
I paid my fee
stay awake past eleven
I'm free from heaven
I lay six to seven feet, yo, ye,
I mean down in the ground
where the hounds found me
it's the end of the street
kiss my feet
do it again
ten times
your ideas don't grow
stay seated on the side
you're a wimp or you're crazy
you still don't understand
cut off what you already know
if it itches, I scratch it
everything disgusts me
and I only think about doing the great
Juan Ramón Carrasco's move
playing standing up as he deserves
while the money grows
I'm rough like Van Damme
look at me touch me you don't like my face
I'm just like you
that's why I eat rice every now and then
here come those damn wimps
they're all from the tough banana
they look like gringos, blondies, suckers
with asshole faces
with just one gun I knock them down
and send them to the hole
and then to hell
shit comes out of you
put a plug on, you're a bastard, dude