Pajarito de colores

You think I'm a french fry fed with gofio and popcorn
That I was born yesterday or that I suck my thumb like you
Hey, snob, listen to me: your easy life is over
I'm tired of playing for the hairdresser, the Tupperware parties, and Avon
Fly, fly, colorful little bird
Go sip from other flowers because this tree has dried up

Now I understand the smile of your old man the day I married you
At least you could wash the dishes or sweep the dining room
Stop watching cooking recipes and make me a fried egg, do me a favor
Better quit the full-contact classes because I'll be the one throwing punches
Fly, fly, hummingbird of the wallet
Find another burrow because this fool caught on
Because of your vices, I ran out of cigarettes, Friday's beer, and the pernó
They miss me on Sundays in the stands and I'm still left out of the 5-a-side soccer
Hey, snob, listen to me: your easy life is over
Get out, scram, drop the wallet because you won't get another penny out of me