Un ABC sin letras

I walk through the bars
Just looking for a little conversation
I seek the smile of some lips
And a bit of rock 'n' roll
I have two fingers of intelligence
And I never use both
And I walk through the street
My bad reputation
But you, you, you
Look me in the face
But you, you, you
Don't turn your back on me
You, you, you
What do you think of me?
I'm a weirdo
A little devil
Or an alphabet without letters
I don't know where the path
I should follow goes
Sometimes the clearest things
Tend to confuse
I'm sorry I'm not back from anything
I'm sorry I'm not back from anything
I'm sorry I'm not back from anything
I'm sorry I'm not...
But you, you, you...
But you, you, you...
But you, you, you
Look me in the face
Don't turn your back on me
I'm a weirdo
A little devil
Look me in the face
Introduce me to your sister
I work at the Palanca
I'm a weirdo
I'm off to have a drink
Your sister is very nice...