Que Feo Que Soy

Seven in the evening, it was almost night,
Dirty as always, I was on the sidewalk.
With a cap, jeans, and a ball,
A hoodie covering the torn shirt.
Alone like a mushroom, I was bored
And before going to sleep, I went to take a bath.
But when I turned around, they honked,
It was a beautiful car full of chicks.
I ran out, jumped in without giving them a chance to regret it.
Already in the car, looking at cleavage
"Let's go to a club to rock the night".

How ugly I am, and that amuses me. I'm like
A Martian resembling a toad but I'm lucky.
How ugly I am, I'm a horror. I'm bald
And crooked with a hunch but still score.

We arrived singing, they got cozy,
Parked the car badly.
All my friends were on alert,
Eyes wide open and mouths agape.
Introduced the girls to the gang
No one was making a move, nothing was happening.
They called us "big flirts"
Let's go sit over there on the couches.
I was so crazy, took off my ring
Watch out, I'm no choir boy,
And I'll tell you, I'm not made of plaster
I'll punch you in the mouth and we'll end up in jail.

What is it they like about me, how short I am
Or my big nose, my clubfoot or my crossed eye?

How ugly I am, and that amuses me. I'm like
A Martian resembling a toad but I'm lucky.
How ugly I am, I'm a horror. I'm bald
And crooked with a hunch but still score.