Este Es Mi Barrio

Ramón, another morning you’ve slept in!
The workers are itching, and the bar’s closed.
Txabi couldn’t even grab a coffee,
the solution will be to get up at ten.
The city folks sure wake up early,
they love to haul away cars,
but I bet they’ve ticketed us
for the mayor’s car parked like crap.
This is my neighborhood, but it’s special,
even if it has "undercover" like the rest.
We’ll have a drink with Camarón,
and between bites, the Revolution.
Look at the guy with the yogurt, he’s been robbed
of about twenty yogurts. He got careless.
I think it was José,
the one whose mom’s in Carabanchel.
Speaking of moms, here come three.
The ones with the rebels, what are they up to?
Writing to some prisoner or organizing
the next assembly at the state level.
This is my neighborhood, but it’s special,
even if it has "undercover" like the rest.
We’ll have a drink with Camarón,
and between bites, the Revolution.
Hassan, I understand you less every day
and you’ve been in Jalón for four years.
You sound like Chesús with Chusé
who chat all day in Aragonese.
You drink it down, and in the end, you kick it without thinking,
man, what a shot that hit that old guy
who was just sitting there.
There’s no way to train
so many kids without a federation.
This is my neighborhood, but it’s special,
even if it has "undercover" like the rest.
We’ll have a drink with Camarón,
and between bites, the Revolution.