Sacando pecho y brazo

They say the rich folks, damn
Are really surprised
They say because the poor folks, damn
Have gotten so bold

Raise those walls for me
Put a roof over my head
My girl shouted, hold on
Puffing up my chest

Puffing up my chest and arm
Putting up a door
This takeover ain't a takeover, hold on
Looks like a party

Looks like a party now
Happy morning
We're gonna throw the house out, hold on
Through the window

Through the window between
The Sun and the Moon
And let the poor folks, hold on
Have a bit of luck

A little bit of luck
Right, Felicia?
Become the luck, hold on
A little bit of justice

Damn, I'm so happy
With the water from the partridge!