El Gordo y El Narco

This is the story of two cheeky guys
Manager and producer
Thieves in black gloves
Both worse than the other

Bed makers
In the end, poor devils
They are the filthiest shit
They are the Fat Man and the Drug Lord

And the truth is that some years have passed
But I still remember
Some of us like the work
Others prefer to steal it

You are like a pain in the ass
I scratch it and it disappears
And no matter how much I scratch it
This pain doesn't grow anymore

Don't think, poor devils, that I sing out of resentment
It was lucky that embezzlement, now I sleep much better
You are the Fat Man and the Drug Lord, you are the cream of the crop
Horse thieves, I was your steed
I was a cash cow, I was a signature on paper
As a consolation, I have
That you are still rats
And I am still a steed

Time is what gives reasons
And sometimes takes them away
It stuck out its tongue at you
And gave me a smile

You were two hungry wolves
With a pretty packaging
In the end, you have served me
To expand the repertoire

Don't rush to change
It will be a little late
See you in hell
Where all the firewood burns

I don't know where you are now
Nor do I care
I'm just laying
All the cards on the table

Don't think, poor devils, that I sing out of resentment
It was lucky that embezzlement, now I sleep much better
You are the Fat Man and the Drug Lord, you are the cream of the crop
Horse thieves, I was your steed
I was a cash cow, I was a signature on paper
As a consolation, I have
That you are still rats
And I am still a steed

You were Asterix and Obelix
Captain and his cabin boy
And now I say goodbye
As Petete used to do

The fat book teaches you
The fat book entertains you
And I happily say to you
Until the next life