Malospelos

Oh my God, José María
Where are you going so early today?
It's not even daylight yet
What are you up to?
Don't worry, mama
I'm just going for a walk
I have a couple of things
And I want to see them resolved

I've made you a sandwich
For dessert, you have quince
And this tin jug
To make you a carajillo

Where will this kid go
He always wakes up late
Comb that bad hair
And don't wake up your father

The morning star
The one with pink fingers
Is already peeking through the branches
Let's go, says Troublemaker

Stop right there, the diligence
On the road to Puente Genil
Have the honor, your excellency
To put the gold here

A round of aguardiente
This needs to be celebrated
Drink up, crazy drink up
They'll come looking for us soon

And they went to Bologna
With the beach gypsies
They went to Bologna, yes
To spend all the money

Leave the gun at the door
And put on your hat properly
They say foreign women
Like bandits

Tune the guitar well
Bocallena is about to start
A silence that scares
Sing to chase away the sorrows

Come with me, blonde
Don't leave my side
Your eyes, how they shine!
I'm going to show you the beach

Troublemaker, where are you going?
Kid, aren't you ashamed?
Your back always wet
And your pockets full of sand

The mother is very worried
She always wakes up late
Comb that bad hair
And don't wake up your father