¡No Me Toques Las Palmas Que Me Conozco!

Don't Clap for Me, I Know Myself!

I'm going to tell you the story of Uncle Rodolfo
He's a very particular character from the neighborhood
The doctor has said
He has something very bad
He's so calm and listens to some clapping
And poor Rodolfo can't stop

What a party Uncle Rodolfo has
When it comes to a party, it never ends
He always ends up with his tongue all tied up
That you can hardly understand anything
And with great difficulty, he seems to sing

Don't clap for me, I know myself
Don't clap for me, no, no
Don't clap for me, I'm Rodolfo
The one who always goes like a motorbike
The most lively in the city

Little Rodolfo, stop now, tomorrow
We have to work
Little Rodolfo, stop now, tomorrow
We have to work

Rodolfo is walking on the sidewalk
Being very careful not to stumble
He meets a lifelong friend
Who has invited him for a beer
From the old times to remember

After the beer, there was a drink
After the drink
Also two more drinks
The boy from the corner went home
To get the guitar
And in the blink of an eye, the clapping starts
And Uncle Rodolfo gets carried away again

Don't clap for me, I know myself
Don't clap for me, no, no
Don't clap for me, I'm Rodolfo
The one who always goes like a motorbike
The liveliest in the city...(x2)