Corpo Esgualepado

Here is the worn-out body in new little pants, refurbished, ready for another

Every passing day, partner, my old body gives me a symptom
Remnants of a rough life of herding, shearing, and taming
The hump of a created baguá and the trot of a well-bred mare
And the fatigue that governs me today, rheumatism stiffening my legs
It's the past coming to the surface

So much so, then, I felt unwell, with the doctor, I went to consult
That my nerves went to hell, that they stiffened and don't want to work
And my old lady hits me, gives me cramps when I try to give her
Miss doctor, solve my drama because even after I lie down in bed
It's a struggle for me to get up

The doctor tied me by the arm, squeezing a ball, measuring the
Pressure
Did mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, took a snapshot of my heart
Docked a device to the light that she called such a computation
I saw my carcass all messed up and she showing me my damaged parts
Portrayed on television

The doctor then explained to me: Your life is very outdated
Your lungs no longer exist, diluted the stomach from the booze
Your lungs are like accordion bellows, your bladder all worn-out
The doctor then burst out laughing, said: Your thing to pee
Is useless and good for nothing!

What a cruelty, doctor, this was a mess

Your cholesterol is at five hundred, your veins are all blocked
Your spine loosened your legs, your spine is twisted
I invented a feast: Boiled belly and seared tripe
Then, on top of that, to indulge
To satisfy the cravings, I grabbed a colander
With milk, pumpkin, and baked potato

For me to eat only light food as the cholesterol is already very advanced
She prescribed only eating white meat, so I've only been eating roasted bacon
Made me urinate in front of her, somewhat reluctantly, I had to pee
Then demanded that I take off my clothes
And my jealous old ladies almost went crazy
Attacked the doctor, started to insult

Let it be, old lady, let the doctor examine me wherever she wants
I want to go back home well to do everything I can

The doctor, squeezing my belongings, said: I know what your illness is
The cholesterol is already very advanced, so to take care of you, get two women!
And my old ladies with this confusion, poor thing got scared
In the middle of the night, she started to paint herself, says she's going to the chapel to pray
Only comes back home by dawn

Miss doctor, this way won't work, I'm in more trouble and don't know what to do
My heart, strong like a cuiúdo, the wretched one is already exhausted
The doctor has already given up on me and since I'm turned into a wreck
I clung to her and made a request: The last thing an unhappy man asks of you
Then, allow me to die in your arms!

She forbade me from seeing naked women, it excites me too much and the illness relapses
So, when I see, it reminds me of the doctor
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh