EL PANTALON (RUMBAS) (feat. Omar Montes y Las Chuches)

(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 some Gucci pants, but they were imitation
I refuse to buy something fake, my girl deserves the best
Bell-bottom pants from Louis Vuitton, from Louis Vuitton

She ripped them, made two holes
They look cool on her, they make 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 some 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 the pawn shop

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 my skirt and you can see my knee
You can also see my shin, my calf, and my fibula (olé)

You have to see, you have to see, the things that are seen
I can't get over it, I've never 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)