El Café De La Morena
Jarabe de Palo
The Café of the Dark-Haired Girl
Oh my, oh my, oh my
A rooster sings to his hen
At the break of dawn
Oh my, oh my, oh my
In the season of flowers
Here, if you’re not flying, you’re running.
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Who’s gonna get me a beer
To take away my shame?
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Even if I look like a turkey
I’m really just a lazy guy.
And I’ll sit at the door
Of the Café of the Dark-Haired Girl
And to the first one who passes by
I’ll drop a good line.
Oh my, oh my, oh my
And I dropped a good line
And it still stings from the reply
Oh my, oh my, oh my
For once the river sounds
And a storm has hit.
Oh my, oh my, oh my
And from that moment on
I’m practicing by example.
For a day when I let my hair down
My ears are still ringing.
Come on, get me some beers
'Cause my mouth is dry.
And I’ll sit at the door
Of the Café of the Dark-Haired Girl
And to the first one who passes by
I’ll drop a good line.
And I’ll sit at the door
Of the Café of the Dark-Haired Girl
And to the first one who passes by...
And I’ll sit at the door
Of the Café of the Dark-Haired Girl
And to the first one who passes by...
