EL PANTALON (RUMBAS) (feat. Omar Montes y Lola Indigo)

(Come on, boy!)
(Come on, girl! The cheap shirts)
(Let's go, let's go, for a euro!)

(I'm going to the virulé)
(I'm going to the virulé)
(I'm going to the virulé)
(I'm going to the virulé)
(I'm going to the virulé)

I'm looking around the square to buy myself some pants
That fit me tight, that look cool
I'm looking around the square to buy you some pants
That fit you tight, that look cool

I'm going to the virulé
I'm going to the virulé
I'm going to the virulé
I'm going to the virulé

I went down to the little square and there was a stall with a guy
He showed me a Gucci pants, but it was an imitation
I refuse to buy something fake, my girl deserves the best
A Louis Vuitton bell-bottom pants, Louis Vuitton

She ripped it, made two holes
It looks cool on her, it makes her butt tight, that's what matters
She walks down the street with two bodyguards who are her cousins
With a gun in their pockets

Making broom, broom, broom
Making po-po-po-po-po-pom
Making broom, broom, broom
Making po-po-po-po-po-po, po!

I'm looking around the square to buy myself some pants
That fit me tight, that look cool
I'm looking around the square to buy you some pants
That fit you tight, that look cool

I get a little naughty, I get fancy to go out
To find you a tight, trendy pants

I see you at the market, I go crazy
I'm going to kiss you on that little mouth
I'll buy you whatever you need (How?)
I'll tighten your chain, I'll build you a little house

Wearing earrings made of coral
I bought them for three hundred at Monte Piedad

I'm wearing earrings made of coral
I'm going out with my cousin Omar (take that!)

I'm looking around the square to buy myself some pants
That fit me tight, that look cool
I'm looking around the square to buy you some pants
That fit you tight, that look cool

I-I-I-I have a slit in the skirt and my knee can be seen
You can also see my shin, calf, and fibula (olé)

You have to see, you have to see, the things that are seen
I can't get rid of the doubt, I haven't seen anything stranger
Than a gypsy in the tower imitating the bells (how?)

It can't be, that's how it is
The madness of the world makes me live
Good times, new eras, the change of currency
And give me money to buy some pants (olé)

(Che-che)
(Olé)
(There it goes!)
(Olé)