El Cocodrilo
Maldita Vecindad y los Hijos del 5to. Patio
The Crocodile
In the cemetery of Dolores
I have my place,
my cold place,
for a long time now.
I am the pachuco ghost,
pachuco of gold,
angel of the neighborhood
to serve you.
In the dance halls
the dancers
invoke me
by saying:
'quibas my king!'.
I was haunting the Teresa Cinema
when suddenly on a corner I saw it,
a crocodile taxi from my 50's,
rolling very cool
was the dandy.
People watched it go by:
'Whose car is that?
What memories it brings!'.
The Icuiricui
The Sacalacachimba
The Icuiricui
The Sacalacachimba
The Icuiricui
The Sacalacachimba
The Icuiricui
The Sacalacachimba
The crocodile in the street
is the memory
and the stories of the big city.
El Pato is the driver
and Juan Orol and Tongolele
take the ride with him.
The Ruletero's Mambo,
by Pérez Prado,
plays as loud as the radio can.
At the sight of that dude Coco
he remembers
the dances of the Balalaika
and the Waikiki.
An old lady
tells her granddaughter:
'I met your grandfather in one like that'.
People watched it go by:
'Whose car is that?
What memories it brings!'.
The Icuiricui
The Sacalacachimba
The Icuiricui
The Sacalacachimba
The Icuiricui
The Sacalacachimba
The Icuiricui
The Sacalacachimba
