Hasta Las Chanclas

Up to the flip-flops, damn it
Compa Bocho, compa Damián grab it from there
Up to the flip-flops, relative
I know I messed up again
That I got drunk again
Until I lost my senses

I know you don't want to talk to me
Because I have to come to your house
With my bottle of wine
Up to the flip-flops, agitated

With the band on one side
With the Buchanan's raising to forget the past
That I lived by your side
Those moments, your caresses had me in love

That's how your buddy Luis R sounds with the LR band
From the heart of Guadalajara, Jalisco, relative

And I know I messed up again
That I got drunk again
Until I lost my senses

I know you don't want to talk to me
Because I have to come to your house
With my bottle of wine

And up to the flip-flops, agitated
With the tray on one side
With the Buchanan's raising to forget the past
That I lived by your side
Those moments, your caresses had me in love

Hell yeah!