Gordo Ricardo

A Gardel cassette played while he read the newspaper
He searched the classifieds for job listings
Poor Fat Ricardo, dreaming of leaving the neighborhood
But he was as addicted to beer as to the pipe
He picked up the phone and called two or three friends
Made them believe he already owned a company
Invited them to meet on a Friday morning
And that's how the gang was formed, with Fat Ricardo at the helm
Hooded under the hood, always armed
Fat Ricardo's company suddenly grew
They were no longer four, but more than thirty criminals
And even three girls to collect and count the money

The police were looking for him, but Fat was not there
The Gendarmerie was looking for him, but Fat was not there
Sometimes it's hard, conscience is bad
The crazy life, boy, is nice but expensive

One day, Fat Ricardo decided to visit Europe
He went straight to Madrid with his whole family
Who would have imagined that Fat would not return
Not even to turn the other cheek, word in the Bible
The gang was left in a bad position, without Fat and without protection
It wasn't hard for the feds to put them in jail
Everyone testified against Fat Ricardo
They say one day he left in a hurry and no one knows where

The police were looking for him, but Fat was not there
Photos of Fat around the world and Fat was not there
Sometimes it's hard, conscience is bad
The crazy life, boy, is nice but expensive
In all the neighborhoods they were looking for Fat and he was not there
In all the districts they were looking for Fat and he was not there
Photos of Fat around the world and Fat was not there
The crazy life, boy, is nice but expensive

Some say he died and others say he's still free
Others say he writes comics
People swear they've seen him, drinking beer
Or pointing a shotgun at the bar owner

Nothing more was known about Fat Ricardo and family
Maybe he lost weight, left his life, and became a priest
Surely he changed his name or brewery
Or has a pact with the devil tied to his waist

In the neighborhood, Ricardo is a legend
Thieves light candles for him before the moment
Once again, in bars, I tell tough stories from my land
Yours sincerely, the Big Boss, end of the story

The whole police were looking for him, but Fat was not there
The whole Gendarmerie is looking for him, but Fat is not there
Photos of Fat around the world and Fat is not there
Ricardo, where are you, Ricardo, where are you