El Señorito

Grease like Travolta
Wide pants and no turn
With moccasin boots
The little lord
No one knows or explains
If he's very macho or gay
For love, it's all the same
The little lord
From one place to another
He goes from club to disco
Between rough whiskey
And the mesmerized chicks
Tied to his trunk
They sing this song

He shows off because he can
With his good looks
The little lord
He gets the upper hand
For being handsome
The little lord
And whether on the main street
Or in Leganitos
In Sol and in Cibeles
You can hear loudly
Telling a waitress
With a bag and money
I'm like a bitch
Melting away
To bite the charms
Of the little lord
Little lord

The harlot and the floozy
Have had a falling out
Because he drugs them with his love
The little lord
And so carefree in his nirvana
He smokes weed and marijuana
And even travels without a motor (what a beast this guy!)
The little lord
They say that at the city hall
Discontent has arrived
And the mayor said like this
Either we end the myth of a cocky Travolta
Or he'll end Madrid

He shows off because he can
With his good looks
The little lord
He gets the upper hand
For being handsome
The little lord
And whether on the main street
Or in Leganitos
In Sol and in Cibeles
You can hear loudly
Telling a troublemaker
With a bag and money
I'm like a bitch
Melting away
To bite the charms
Of the little lord
Little lord