Viaje de La Pastorcita

Mom, I’m just gonna go
'Cause I’ve gone off with the goats
I’m heading to Buenos Aires
And I won’t be watching them anymore

The girl from Doña Imasti
Just arrived the other day, you know
You should’ve seen that pretty girl
She’s been off to Buenos Aires, you know

But I can’t remember her name
I just can’t recall, you know
But mom, don’t you remember?
That girl is from over there, you know

In a pure silk dress
She looks like a young lady
With a necklace and earrings
And her lips all painted up

When I leave, mom
I’m gonna earn a lot, you know
Lipstick for my lips
And powders I’m gonna buy, you know

When I get to Buenos Aires
My style’s gonna take off, you know
That beautiful hair of mine
I’m gonna get it cut, you know

With high-heeled shoes
I’m gonna be a porteñita
A new dress and a purse
And my nails all painted up

What do we do with the goats?
They’ll be left all alone, you know
We can sell them all
Mom, I’m gonna take you with me, you know