Chichipia (part. Alberto Echagüe)

You have more dirt in the mate
Than the farm where your old man
Plowed like a dwarf
Working from sunup to sundown

And today you come to give me a dam
But gently from afar
That beneath the shine
You're overflowing with dust

You lick yourself for the guys
From the cinema or the radio
You're a roan or a chestnut
You always change your pain

They fooled you that I'm a hunk
The Maria Félix of the neighborhood
And you're crazy about
The appearance of a singer

Chichipia
You act like a vampire
If your old man is a worker
Your brothers are scoundrels
And there are seven in one room

Cheeky
Learn to earn a peso
If your old lady saved the day
Asking for a bone

Chichipia
If you were my daughter
What a beating I would give you
To get rid of your whim

By pretending to be an artist so much
Your antenna is failing
If your lousy carnival
Isn't worth a penny

I am made among scoundrels
And that's why it saddens me
To hit the jackpot
That awaits you in the end

You have in your head
A whole carnival going the wrong way
You're a case for a shotgun
With a vest and something more

What a favor you would do us
If you hooked up with a buffoon
And without beating me goodbye
For once you disappear