Pepe Botika

Pepe Botika is an honest drug dealer
Having drinks, I run into him every day
He tells me stories of his years in prison
Sometimes he was lucky and if he had money, he would get out

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
What a shame! (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Your Honor (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
How much does (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Your amnesty cost?

They caught him red-handed
When he was coming from the field picking figs
They still haven't seen him at his house
They have him in preventive detention in a punishment cell

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Where are (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
My friends!? (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Locked up (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Without reason

Carabanchel, La Modelo, Herrera de la Mancha
Cáceres II. Alcalá Meco, Puerto de Santa María
Carabanchel, La Modelo, Herrera de la Mancha
Cáceres II. Alcalá Meco, Puerto de Santa María

Smuggling was his most brilliant trade
And he crosses borders every day
I have friends in almost every prison
He was from Plasencia, I think he said

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
What a shame! (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Your Honor (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
How much does (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Your amnesty cost?

One day they searched his basement
And seized 20 kilos of chorizo
Hashish, heroin, and cocaine for those who buy
For God said: Man does not live on bread alone

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Where are (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
My friends!? (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Locked up (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Without reason

Carabanchel, La Modelo, Herrera de la Mancha
Cáceres II. Alcalá Meco, Puerto de Santa María
Carabanchel, La Modelo, Herrera de la Mancha
Cáceres II. Alcalá Meco, Puerto de Santa María
Santa María, Santa María, Santa María

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Where are (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
My friends!? (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Locked up (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Without reason

A gap opened in the clouds
We have seen the sun again
Like two common prisoners
On the roof of a prison