Pequeño Y Andarín
Mocedades
Little and Wanderer
Sleeps by a wall
Like a Parisian bum
Eats for ten bucks
He's small and a wanderer.
His little owner
Says he has a future
Short are his legs
But eternal is his existence.
Three brown photos
Begging 'don't run, dad'
And he, very cautious
Only drinks half.
No one steals him
Who can pick up there
There's no room for a kiss
Or an I love you, or a love you.
He has two exhausts
And more lights than a nativity scene
More noise than nuts
And doesn't go over a hundred.
From Madrid to heaven
And from small towns
I bathe on Sundays
Omelette and woman.
Four or five kids
And her mother in the back
Always throwing up
Talking about speed.
Shots on the windshield
At the Bonnie & Clyde
How Paco has prospered
From Germany to here.
Hubcaps and a navy blue stripe
A tiny dog as a pet
Who says yes.
A little Saint Christopher
Gift from his wife
And a hidden obscene photo
Next to his ID.
He has two exhausts
And more lights than a nativity scene
More noise than nuts
And doesn't go over a hundred.
From Madrid to heaven
And from small towns
I bathe on Sundays
Omelette and woman.
But what tenderness
To sit at the wheel of it
A hundred thousand extra hours
And a balance every month.
A hundred thousand dreams
A hundred months of boasting
A hundred lifetimes
And a little bit of dying.
From whiskey to beer
From a seat to general
From Winston to Celtas
And a few more gray hairs.
He had to tighten
The seatbelt
To make sure he
Could have breakfast.
He has two exhausts
And more lights than a nativity scene
More noise than nuts
And doesn't go over a hundred.
From Madrid to heaven
And from small towns
I bathe on Sundays
Omelette and woman.
Sleeps by a wall
Like a Parisian bum
Eats for ten bucks
And he's little and a wanderer.
