El tío aquiles

Sir, what a mistake in the disclosure,
entry to Griñón, would I go by myself or on the back of a tractor,
or somewhat distracted, happy and surprised listening to Gomaespuma.

Do you smoke? No! I quit a long time ago, on a trip to Jerez,
that man got a cough, oh my lord what a cough,
that alarmed half the bus,
his lung demanded a fee and it was because of the bison.

Asarta runs, the diligence stops with that clin face that characterizes you
and comb the hair of the sheriff from the neighboring town,
who has no hair, only a little mustache.

Don't park your Vespa here, it's in the way,
and the street is under permanent construction, to have to navigate with one more obstacle,
so said Uncle Achilles.

Prices go up, taxes go up, but never the salaries,
nor the pensions either, damn it!
And the rounding of the portions, makes you order a tapa with the beer you drink.
To the Union Park, you used to go on Sundays, what memories,
in your 124, with the mother-in-law in the back, the kids, the lunchbox, the peppers,
Sailing full speed ahead, row, row,
dude, my arm is sore.

The kids with their pants all wrinkled,
they have told us that the grass in Uncle Achilles' garden no longer grows,
there are no longer 25 sparrows, but 13,
something was happening, Yaki was not heard coming out bravely,
when it was time to collect from Santa Lucía insurance.
Woof, woof, woof, woof. Kid, keep the dogs,
Who is it? The gas guy, my mom's not here.

He came in strong and eager, like me when I rap this piece, where should I put it?, he said,
this is the place!, and with patriarch manners he blessed it, took out a stash and let us smoke,
Chernobyl B class? No way, oh man! I see thousands of profiles, what a shame
Uncle Achilles! Giving a raise to pensioners as a claim, those Francoist mud stretches are gone,
for we are dust, monkeys in the countryside, mambo the one I eat, an okay peek between two hookers and ten euros, what examples, for children growing up fast and without their thing, wondering about the house, daydreaming in the neighborhood, a thousand bison cigarette butts, gelled like Mario Conde, where do you come from kid? With that uncontrollable bangs, you look like the ones in Marisol's movies,

Tom-Tombola, oh what a life this is! Some manage it with a party, carnival all year round,
material damage to others, taking all the risks, and if on a trip to Cádiz, you hit a cliff?, what a letdown, what a scare, discomfort to the body, like in the 1, 2, 3 Uncle Achilles dreamed of Silvia Marsó and Mayra Gómez Kemp saying that ooohhh!

The kids with their pants all wrinkled
They have told us that the grass in Uncle Achilles' garden no longer grows
there are no longer 25 sparrows, but 13,
something was happening, Yaki was not heard coming out bravely,
when it was time to collect from Santa Lucía insurance.
Woof, woof, woof, woof kid keep the dogs,
Who is it? The phone guy, no, come back in January.