El Borracho
Manuel Ruiz Queco
The Drunkard
He's asking on the street
For rolling papers
He's asking on the street
For rolling papers
A lighter to ignite
And tobacco to roll
But he puts the rest
But he puts the rest
The little ball to mix
The little hands to light
And the little mouth to smoke
And a 'buzz' afterwards
Impressive
The binges he gets
And this guy is impressive
He can't find his house
Even if it's right in front of him
He's asking on the street
Six bucks to eat
He's asking on the street
Six bucks to eat
And when he has enough
He spends it on drinking
And he gets hallucinations
And he gets hallucinations
Every day he's wasted
And in the bars, the taverns
He starts to sing and dance
And jump on all the tables
Impressive
The binges he gets
And this guy is impressive
He can't find his house
Even if it's right in front of him
By profession, he was a drunkard
And in his dreams, he was a bullfighter
By profession, he was a drunkard
And in his dreams, he was a bullfighter
He goes down the street shouting
I'm the best in the whole world
And his life is coming to an end
And his life is coming to an end
And they took him to the hospital
With a good high
He wanted to fly from so high
From the fifth floor to a truck
Impressive
The binges he gets
And this guy is impressive
He can't find his house
Even if it's right in front of him
He called Saint Peter to heaven
And asked him where the bar is
He called Saint Peter to heaven
And asked him where the bar is
And Saint Peter replied
Here, there are no binges
Here, you come to rest
Here, you come to rest
And he asked God for a destiny
If he could let him
Sleep in Jerez to drink wine
Or in Ceuta to smoke
Impressive
The binges he gets
And this guy is impressive
He can't find his house
Even if it's right in front of him
