Los Patos Y Las Patas
Los Nosequien Y Los Nosecuantos
The Ducks and the Legs
The day begins, we will go south
How expensive the toll is, how expensive it is
Peru
Kilometer 40
Turning right onto a dirt road
The blue sky announces a day of light
The sand is burning, there is no room around
First problem, finding a location
With a group of girls
Pay attention to these handsome men
Boys and that they also lend their
Bronzer
The Quispes also enjoy the fun
Ceviche in a bag and soup in a bottle
While at 4 meters
The Müllers, silent, watch the grill
While waiting for the coal to light
But if you don't come there will be no more Sun
If you don't come, I'll lose my hope
I hide in my towel
I hope they go away
If you don't arrive there is no heat
The sun advances, my skin is already burned
I have a belly the color of a shrimp
But next to me there was a gringo
He has fallen asleep
And now it's on
Please call the fire department
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It's time for a nice dip
Don't come Pablo because you're a pisser
The son of the Quispe
He who does not know how to swim carries three liters of water
He came in skinny and came out fat
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The sun goes down, the people have left
Some by boat, others by truck
But deep down everyone
They return home very grateful
Well they are all the same
Under the Sun (qua-cua-cua-cua-cua-cua)
Under the Sun (qua-cua-cua-cua-cua-cua)
Under the Sun (qua-cua-cua-cua-cua-cua)
Under the Sun (qua-cua-cua-cua-cua-cua)
Under the Sun (qua-cua-cua-cua-cua-cua)
Under the Sun (qua-cua-cua-cua-cua-cua)
Under the Sun (qua-cua-cua-cua-cua-cua)
