El Churrumbé

The churrumbé has been born
On a moonlit night
He'll have the flair of a gypsy
And a laugh like a bell's chime

Saint Joseph's made of marzipan
And the Virgin's made of cinnamon
And this Child is a sweet treat
Made of brown sugar

I don't want him as a carpenter
Or from the forge, no way
Not a gypsy with castanets
I want him to be the king of souls

Saint Joseph's made of marzipan
And the Virgin's made of cinnamon
And this Child is a sweet treat
Made of brown sugar

The gypsies are made of bronze
And the townsfolk are tin
And the kid from the Portal
Is better than gold and silver

Saint Joseph's made of marzipan
And the Virgin's made of cinnamon
And this Child is a sweet treat
Made of brown sugar