La Guagua

The bus is leaving!

You promised me a guaracha
For me to liven up my party
And you promised me a maraca, hey
Of an iguano and dried fruit, go see for yourself
Where's the party, the guaracha?
Where is the dried fruit?
Where does the cow milking go?
To the drum of promises

Pull the lever and straighten up
(The bus is going in reverse)
Hey, the bus is going in reverse
(The bus is going in reverse)
Bring me the maraca and give me a party
(The bus is going in reverse)
Hey, the bus is going in reverse
(The bus is going)

You promised me linden tea
For me to take my nap
And you promised me a little affection, hey
To cheer up my orchestra, go and see
Where is the siesta, the linden tea?
The orchestra's little ball
Where does the cow milking go?
Well, to the drum of promises

Pull the lever and straighten up
(The bus is going in reverse)
Hey, the bus is going in reverse
(The bus is going in reverse)
Bring me a little love from the orchestra
(The bus is going in reverse)
Look, the bus is going backwards
(The bus is going)

(Moo, moo)
(Moo, moo)

You told me the bus was cool
With a hydraulic tiller and connecting rod engine
So pull the lever and put it in gear
And I assure you, the baby settles
With the first one (oh, oh)
With the third (oh, oh)
Add brake fluid, oil and wax
And you'll see how the bus straightens up
Well, the bus is going in reverse

That the bus is going in reverse
That the bus is going in reverse

The lever and straightens
(The bus is going in reverse)
Hey, the bus is going in reverse
(The bus is going in reverse)
There is still a lot of track left, turn and brake
(The bus is going in reverse)
Look, the bus is going backwards
(The bus is going)
(The bus is going)
(Moo, moo)
The bus is leaving!
(But the bus is going)
(Moo, moo)
(The bus is going)
Heyyyy!
(But the bus is going)