Pasame a Buca

Night is falling
And I'm suffocating
From working so much
In the middle
Of the city
I came here
To make money
And I crossed that canal completely swimming
But here you have to sweat
To make a few cents
And I'm cleaning a house
Over in Guaynabo
He's a veteran, missing a foot
She's a publicist, what do you think

They have four daughters, each one uglier
The first one winks, the other lives with diarrhea
The third one has a name, I think it's Anacaona
And the fourth one has a name that's not a person's
It's Chiry, or Chily, or Chary, or Kany

They want to climb on top of me because I'm Dominican
When the parents aren't looking, I give them a hard time
When I leave that house
My blood boils
And in my heart I have a September 11th
And with this heat
I feel like rolling
And rolling at night has always been my place
What I want is to drink, what I want is to enjoy
Take me to Buca, take me to Buca

Take me to Buca on your bicycle
Like Eduardo's
That doesn't make noise
Take me to Buca in your grandmother's Mercedes
Trujillo gave it to her when she was good
Take me to Buca on your skateboard
So we can do tricks the whole night
Take me to Buca, take me to Buca
Take me to Buca, take me to Buca

I don't want a pickup truck or the urban train
What I want is to fool around
On the road to Piñones and have the coquises
Sing us songs
Even though these Puerto Ricans want to finish me off
We have to celebrate that we arrived alive
That the sea didn't swallow me
That we are two, you and I

That arriving in Mayagüez, the sharks told me
That you were waiting for me with a Toyota
With those eyes and that big mouth

Take me to Buca
Guayó