La cafetera

(Every time I see you in that torn slip,
the little thing in the middle gets me all worked up.)

My love, my mom sent me one day,
my love, to blow on the coffee pot.
My love, I was just a little devil,
my love, the cook blew on me.
My love, my mom sent me one day.

The cook, yeah,
in the kitchen,
the maid blew on me
while I was in a tub.
The cook, my dear,
in the kitchen.

In a tub, yeah,
the naughty kid,
they also followed me
to whip me.

If it weren't for the roof,
I would have been whipped.