No me hagas soplar

Six in the morning
The party is over
And a couple of hours
Since I finished the beers
First came the rum,
The pacharán and the sangria
When I attacked the whiskey
I think it was already daylight
Get in the car
You'll be safe with me
Although now that I think about it
The lock is moving
After mistaking
Her purse for an ashtray
She said: You're crazy
I'm hitchhiking home
I went very slowly,
In second and first gear
I won't lie to you,
I couldn't find third gear
I felt a cold sweat
And my legs trembled
That curve
Is a breathalyzer test...
Don't make me blow
Don't make me blow
Or I'll blow up
That machine
Don't make me blow,
I blew enough at the bar
I rolled down the window
And greeted them both
I must have messed up
Because there was only one
After this incident
I swear I don't remember
I should have dodged the pine trees
But not the cops
Don't make me blow...
Don't make me blow...