Canastos

Trala lará la larala
Larala tralaró
You don't mess with the ham
Oh, baskets!
Please

Miss
I offer you a lettuce
A satellite and a female dog
So you can be the first
To have coffee on the moon
(Baskets!)
What do you say?

Oh, darling
Not on earth or on the moon
I don't want your fortune
I want you to go
To Jaén to pick olives
(Baskets!
How poorly you treat me!)

Trala lará lalarala
Oh, baskets, lalaró
You don't mess with the ham
Baskets, please

Oh, my darling
Whenever you want, I'm ready
To bathe you every day
With a wire brush
And a bottle of bleach
(Baskets!)
It's going to hurt me

Oh, my darling
I'm going to give you a pumpkin
Because every time you rock me
My socks fall off
And you prick me with the thorns
(I can't stand you)

And come, and come, and come
Come, darling, with me
I swear on my mother
I'll hang you on an olive tree