Nana Punk

Nana Pancha
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My Nana Pancha
She likes the cha-cha-cha

My Nana Pancha
She lets loose
She likes the huaracha
The party and ska
Eh! eh! eh!

According to her accounts
She's barely turning 30
When Maximiliano
Arrived here in the nation

My Nana Pancha
Lives in the bars
Causing commotion
Very strong with heat
Eh! eh! eh!

She's a wolf that climbs
To the jukebox
And pulls out her gun
Bigger than a cannon

Eh! eh! eh!
Eh! eh!

Give it, Bachita
Bachita, Bachita
Give it

Eh! eh! eh!

My Nana Pancha
When she's out partying
There's no one who can handle her
Starting to drink

She's a beast
Moving her hips
My Nana is a panther
Also ready to fight

And there's no day
That the police
The station wants to send her

But she never
Lets them and insults them
And pays double fines
But she comes out again

My Nana runs away, she runs
My Nana Pancha!
My punk Nana!

San Damian
Eh!