Pachuco

Here comes your big shot
kookoooooooooooooooo

I'm the big shot, turn this up
Man, come on, yeah, right there

Mexico is the area, spirit kings of cumbia
Put your hands on the mic, on the mic

kookoooooo
Raise your hands
kookoooooo
With your hands
kookoooooo
With your hands

Hey kings, let's do this (1, 2, 3, 4)

sa sa sa kookoooooo
sa sa sa kookoooooo

I don't know how you dare to dress like that and go out like that
In my time, everything was elegant, no stories and no rock

Hey, dad! You were a pachuco
They also scolded you
Hey, dad! You danced cumbia
You have to remember it

sa sa sa kookoooooo
sa sa sa kookoooooo

I don't know how you dare to dress like that and go out like that, in my time all women were serious, there was no punk

Hey, dad! You were a pachuco
They also scolded you
Hey, dad! You danced cumbia
You have to remember it

saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
If you want, if not
Tell her to go f*** herself
Bastard
Chris P.!!!!!!!!!!!
saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

sa sa sa kookoooooo
sa sa sa kookoooooo

I don't know how they dare to dress like that and go out like that, I remember my generation was decent and very formal

Hey, dad! You were a pachuco
They also scolded you
Hey, dad! You danced cumbia
You have to remember it

Pachucos
Brothers
Tarzans
Crazy dudes
This is our jam

Hands up (put 'em up, put 'em up)
Hands up (put 'em up, put 'em up)
Hands up (put 'em up, put 'em up)
Let's go, chancla (P.a.c.h.u.c.o)

sa sa sa kookoooooo
sa sa sa kookoooooo
sa sa sa kookoooooo
sa sa sa kookoooooo

Hey, dad! You were a pachuco
They also scolded you
Hey, dad! You danced cumbia
You have to remember it

sa sa sa kookoooooo
sa sa sa kookoooooo
sa sa sa kookoooooo
sa sa sa kookoooooo

kookooooooooooooooo