Mi Cachorrito

This is one of the many stories that happen to me
First, it was the scare when it was about that lion
Then it was forbidden to smoke and I found dynamite
All this without counting the tremendous impact I had
With the story of the choir girl
I sent my Cadillac to the mechanic days ago
It had been so long that it truly deserved it
And as I needed the car so much, I took it for a check-up
Honk, honk
I want to fix my Cadillac
In these circumstances, the boss suggested
To lend me that old thing that appeared
And while they were fixing the Cadillac
I used that old pot
Honk, honk
That coffee pot was an old pot!
The net was rusty and the start was manual
The brake stopped a bit late
It shook like crazy, attacked by the Sanbito (Parkinson's)
Yes sir, honk, honk
It was sad to see that old pot
I rode my little car at a high speed
At 10 miles per hour, I traveled through the city
And when I stopped, a brunette got on my side
The girl got attached to my old pot
And many other girls I found along the way
Were delighted to ride in my little car
As time goes by, I'm getting more and more fond
Honk, honk
I liked this little car
But the Cadillac is ready in the workshop
Washed, prepared, and truly painted
But when it came time to change
Honk, honk hahaha
My heart raced, my heart stayed in the old pot
Well, forgive me, but now I'm leaving
There are a thousand girls who want to go out with me
But it's all because of my little car
You know. I'm going, bye, ciao