El Rey de Las Cantinas

[Chorus]
They call me the king of the dive bars (x8)

[Hate]
Born without a silver spoon, with a liter I came,
Stork on the way drunk from Paris, what a shame.
To the magician, not you or you, hey! Not me either,
Say amen if you touch ostrich eggs.
Let's see who wants that
They're fools who in demos instead of hitting play should hit record
I clean eye boogers, get out of bed
First left foot touches the ground, bad day, something strange
Damn! I can't get it right, can't hit the mark,
Today's plans, daily routine I suppose.
Simple life, with the occasional incentive
Drinking binges, feasts, sex, live concerts.
Alcohols and cigarettes poison me
Maybe I didn't notice and couldn't read the fine print
Too late, case closed long ago
Who's stronger, great magician or Sergio
I'm discordant, I don't settle for others
My robust violators overflow, no boundaries
Microphones don't sound at my level
Maybe because there's no coverage
Trying to hide my sorrows by being cheerful
Party when the king of cups goes wild
The rapist frequents the dives
See you at the bar in Brazil, bar place or at Moe's Tavern
Although at the end of the night, liters go in crying, weighing twice as much
Today I can't give more,
That leads me to retire to my quarters
I say goodbye to the night and greet Morpheus
Typical high-pitched guy between the temples
These are the hazards of getting drunk, oh well.
I'm afraid tomorrow will be a day of little use
Where armchairs take the shape of Sergio's ass
I just look for a buzz at bars
Waitresses keep the barman's face,
And that's what they call me, that's what they call me
And that's what they call me, that's what they call me
How, how, the king of the dive bars

[Chorus]
They call me the king of the dive bars (x4)

[Hate]
I'm only good when I'm wasted
I only feel good when I'm hammered
I usually feel bad when I hit the ground
I'm totally wasted, I'm totally wasted
Liters flow fast and furious on nights
Cigarettes between drinks, alcohol and extravagance
Cold, foggy early mornings
And still legs in lycra panties can be seen
After parties hoarse voices, dry tongues
Rough, arid like a desert in Texas
I'm getting old and bald spots, gray hairs are visible
My youth is slipping away from behind
I calm my nerves with tranquilizers
I hope I don't get hooked on drugs, no, I don't think so
I control myself, I go on a safari in my area
I put on my hat and dedicate myself to watching wildlife
I tidy up a bit before going out
Between looking normal and looking like a mess is my style
Today's purpose is to save money
That's the role my flask plays
Getting liters at bars sometimes pisses me off
Because I know that next door at the store I can get twice as much for less
Men who put the finishing touch on concerts from start to finish
Who under their normal facade hide something out of the ordinary
With a reputation
Good references from the past and always violators
The king of cups is amazed to see girls
Showing off calves, small wild fillies
What can I do if I'm a barfly
If then everything turns into problems, into a world of woes
Acclaimed and at the same time hated, rather envied
In the end, we are the focus of eyelids
Fuck you!!! Grabbing dicks between monkey asses
Red mandrill asses eagerly await
My mood seems to shine today
I survive death and fear life

[Chorus]
They call me the king of the dive bars (x8)

They say I'm a drunkard...(x3)