Sin Cebolla
Fabián Gómez
No Onions
Strolling down the boulevard
Just got done playing at a wild dance
I was craving some hot dogs with my buddies
And what a surprise it was
It was packed, they wouldn’t leave me alone
I turned around to try to sneak away
But my stomach wouldn’t stop growling
I was dying of hunger
So on my way back, I had to disguise myself
I took off my hat
Put on a cap
Slipped on my glasses
But I still couldn’t see
I got to a food cart
And I ordered 2 hot dogs
And what a surprise it was
When my buddy asked me
Dude, how do you want your hot dogs, with tomato, chili, avocado?
With everything but:
But no onions
But no onions
I like my hot dogs without onions
But no onions
But no onions
I like my hot dogs without onions
And after that, I don’t know what happened
Because people started recognizing me
And since then, I’ve been frustrated,
Because I’d rather eat the hot dogs myself.
I took off my hat
Put on a cap
Slipped on my glasses
But I still couldn’t see
I got to a food cart
And I ordered 2 hot dogs
And what a surprise it was
When my buddy asked me:
Oh, well I also have chorizo, last batch beans, fries
But no onions
But no onions
I like my hot dogs without onions
But no onions
But no onions
I like my hot dogs without onions.