Se Mamo El Becerro
Luis y Julián
The Calf Got Drunk
He was riding his horse
His dog accompanied him
He drank from the bottle
Remembering his past confinement
He was informed that in his house
There was almost a daily funeral
He kept thinking and thinking
He couldn't explain the matter
He took another drink
Returning to the same point
How come there were so many funerals
If there were no deceased
He urged his horse on
With iron spurs
He was arriving at the corral
That was at the foot of the hill
He couldn't milk the cow
Because the calf got drunk
Almost arriving at his house
Macario took a shortcut
He opened the back door
He turned green as hell
His buddy was upstairs
His wife was downstairs
With a knife in hand
He felt his blood boil
He cut off the guy's legs
Fed the dog
And told his wife
He's all yours, buddy
Cursing his wife
Macario went to the hill
Cursing his buddy
The one who cuckolded him
He knew that of friends
The best one is always the dog
