Cochero 'E Plaza

Coachman, how much do you charge me? To take me home
Coachman, how much do you charge me? To take me home
To my friend Paulina who lives on the high sidewalk
Don't think about what you charge me because the Chinese has money

The cart goes backwards to taste wines and grappas
My beak has warmed up and today not even Saint Peter stops me
And I see in you, my friend, that you have the desire

There we will go hitting the pot with empanadas
Little cakes with cracklings and sliced olives
To the spicy little bones with wine and the snack

If you take me, coachman, she lives twenty blocks away
If you take me, coachman, she lives twenty blocks away
She has a pair of brown eyes that when they look, they captivate
If you'd like to accompany me, the distance isn't so long

We'll dance some cuecas and sing tunes
With some little buds in duet if you join me
For Mr. Ramón Romero, with a mustache and gaiters
What do you think, coachman? Word fulfilled
Lower the top soon until God says enough
With requinto and guitar, the turkey is already cooked