El Jornalero
Octavio Mesa
The Day Laborer
I hate that damn life
Of working day labor
I'm going to finish it
I can't stand that asshole
Of a boss, screw him, not with me
Sweating my balls off
So someone else can benefit
For a measly wage
And the jerk in the office
Wasting whiskey
And I can't afford
At 5 in the morning I'm already up
Taking saltwater
Because not even panela water
We, the day laborers, can drink
At 11 in the morning the son of a bitch arrives without greeting
He tells me: Work hard because that job needs to be done
At 11 in the morning the son of a bitch arrives without greeting
He tells me: Work hard because that job needs to be done
Work, doctor, just like I do
Man!
Opa
I feel like answering him
Work, jerk, like I do
I don't run from anyone for a lousy wage
And that's it
How is it possible, gentlemen
That a starving person
Can work?
That he raises our wages
So the bastard can rob me
At 11 in the morning the son of a bitch arrives without greeting
He tells me: Work hard because that job needs to be done
At 11 in the morning the son of a bitch arrives without greeting
He tells me: Work hard because that job needs to be done
Yes sir
I worked, jerk, just like I do
I feel like answering him
Work, jerk, like I do
I don't run from anyone for a lousy wage
And that's it
How is it possible, gentlemen
That a starving person
Can work?
That he raises our wages
So the bastard can rob me
At 11 in the morning the son of a bitch arrives without greeting
He tells me: Work hard because that job needs to be done
At 11 in the morning the son of a bitch arrives without greeting
He tells me: Work hard because that job needs to be done
