El Busero Vacilon

And it's 3 in the morning, just waking up
In the rooster's crow, he will mess around
And he heads to the kitchen with pain in his belly
And his growling guts asking for coffee

Bitter would be the taste of this day if it weren't for the potion
Of Superman that his buddies gave him, oh my goodness
He drives upside down and feels time flying

And now the guy heads with a jolly step
Towards the door of the pharmaceutical and bald heaven
Who is the dream seller lending him his wings
To fly with Diasepan

And the encounter with the beast in his war machine
His duty is to ride and dominate the beast in the battlefield
Where no one backs down to defeat the powerful
General, whistling here, sneaking there
The lieutenant of the guy
Will get even with his metal voice (which says it beastly)
Not even the volume of cumbia can drown it out

And now the guy heads with a jolly step
Towards the door of the pharmaceutical and bald heaven
And he is the dream seller who lends him his
Wings to fly with Diasepan

And the green of the traffic light blends with the yellow
And both melt on top of the red
And sometimes bad luck is an unexpected
Passenger who gets on without paying to throw you the cards
And see you bounce

And on the block across the street, a cop from the accident
He heads to his patrol car at high speed
And arrives with a Miami Vice face
To the scene to fight against
Evil, he gets off his ship with handcuffs
And keys and a crazy tamer in case they want to
Hit him and they take the guy and sing
The joke and the civil police take care of him

And now the guy heads with an unsteady step
Towards the cell where they have him locked up
And to his greatest surprise in the right pocket
They will find his salvation... the jovial bus driver