El Meneaito
Jacqueline Alcalá
The Meneaito
People are talking about a character
So strange, always sneaking in
And there's no way to put up with him, the guy's pure fire
And he's always butting in, when you least
Expect it, he shows up like a shot
And they call him meneaito, and he says meneaito
Man, listen up, you got a meneaito I don't know about
The other day in my neighborhood, a house caught fire
And the guy next door slipped in among the firefighters
A lady shouted, help me, young man
And the bold guy leaned in and whispered in her ear
Oh, I'm not a little firefighter, a little firefighter, a little firefighter
Meneaito, man
Did he come from Mars riding on a little sheep?
What mystery does this meneaito hold?
And say your real name and swear, oh my goodness
The bold guy, like an eel, crying, told her
Meneaito, man
