A keresés eredménye

Tighten the belt

I tighten, you tighten
and he tightens the belt
 
And he tightens the belt.
I tighten, you tighten
and he tightens the belt,
and that's the recipe
to fix the situation.
 
To fix the situation.
The strength of the peseta
with this administration
that they say they hold it
and they cut the inflation.
 
About money things,
I want to tighten it
and I have such bad times
that I have no holes
left in the belt.
 
I tighten, you tighten
and he tightens the belt
 
And he tightens the belt.
I tighten, you tighten
and he tightens the belt,
but there are who don't tighten
and here comes the question.
 
And here comes the question.
To jerk off
or playing the lazy.
Everybody on the pool
or everybody on the basin.
 
I bear the squeeze
and I tighten as much ass I can
with the worry
that the belt breaks
and my pants fall off.
 
I tighten, you tighten
and he tightens the belt
 
And he tightens the belt.
I tighten, you tighten
and he tightens the belt,
I end up bonkers
and you more.
 
And you more,
with your body sick
you'll have a congestion
of thinking of the taxes
and making a declaration.
 
I hope and realize
we can get through it
in the same proportion
and you don't pay three thousand duros
like the one who has two.
 
I tighten, you tighten
and he tightens the belt
 
And he tightens the belt.
I tighten, you tighten
and he tightens the belt.
And I comply with respect
and lots of resignation.
 
And lots of resignation
I'm committed like the first
who reached to where your reach
and I quietly hope
that we collaborate.
 
I hope they find the way
to bring back the currencies
that crossed the borders,
and bring the Switzerland thing
that is so complicated.
 

Ham

Pig...
Why they use you? What's wrong with you?
Why they name you in an offensive tone
like if you were some criminal?
Why people call somebody 'pig'
as a way of offending the neighbor
when who says it doesn't offend at all?
 
Pig...
Word that contains a thousand combinations.
Sausage, butter, blood sausage,
and other productions that are so delicious.
It looks like a lie that they call you 'dirty'
because at some time you're covered of mud,
if later your four legs become ham.
 
Ham...
Even its name is tasty for a beautiful poem.
What a fat! What a grease! What a good thing!
What an elegant touch gives anywhere!
Ham...
Why your great beauty is reduced,
to the point that one feels bitter
when he sees how little is the snack?
 
Pig...
Why is my fate only to look at you,
love you, adore you, but not to touch you
and just see you by coincidence?
If for me the problem is to buy you,
because for eating you... until I'm fed up.
Even if I get fatter... I don't care.
 
Pig...
I say the same
my father says
'I like the pig...
even when it walks'
 

Nephew's sevillanas

Tito Pepe, Tito Pepe,
don't be upset.
 
Don't be upset,
if the Betis is going down
is because there are reasons

Indian poem

I am Broken Head,
great chief of the Apaches,
brother of the Comanches
and relative of the Sioux.
Because Manitu wanted
my father Crazy Horse
sent me to this world
and my grief is deep.
Sanity and good sense are dead.
My father was right:
there are few on earth
who like Crazy Horse
there are lots of crazy.
 
Oh father, you are great.
Great is your wisdom.
I said I was coming
and I always obeyed.
But you have to know
that this is not how it used to be
that the earth seems to be
the Regaera's murga.
 
Now the white man is hairy,
and that warrior habit
of cutting the hair
would have my suspicion today
because with so much mane
there would be no prairie
to put so much hair.
 
When they're waging war
great birds of fire
go through the whole land,
and instead of warrior arrows
in some kind of egg
they bring a hard deal.
The indian race is great,
is brave, is restless.
But the bird of fire
drops the egg it holds
and grabs a whole tribe
and send them to hell.
It can kill a million
and the white man in his pride
calls it civilization.
 
But with such power
the white man is doomed,
they don't have superiority.
White man is weak,
white woman wants to rule
and that's his weakness.
White man, be careful,
as soon as you let rule
you better be ready.
 
The Indian race is strong.
And though there's nothing left
Manitu is happy
that until the last moment
Indian man ruled.
Indian man had a club,
Indian man was simple and clear
Indian man was manly
and rough as a quince.
 
White woman is confident
is being the same as the man.
And oh, father, don't be amazed
the man doesn't say a word.
And so, soon on earth
white woman will wage war
and white man the laundry.
 

Christmas expenses

Christmas is coming, new year is coming
And now you'll see how much they cost
The kind of things that on those days
you have to buy, deary me!
There's no big or small budget
that bears all the Christmas thing
Because it's very complicated
and if you don't know it... you will.
 
The little shepherd, the scene
buying more cork for the scene
more lights that we have little
the manger, the mule and the ox are missing
And the little Pepito says
I want a Santa Claus tree
And the father happy with the birth
says in a sigh, OK!
 
Bring the turnkey, bring the nougats
the cookies and the marzipan
Bring the cognacs, and the anisette
And let's hear what you say after the champagne
We'll eat the twelve grapes outside
So we can dance this way
The dress and the suit too
Because in new year's eve... we must use something for the first time
 
The New Year's Eve party are three thousand pesetas
To hell with that, I don't care
Once a year makes no harm
And it's all the same for the father
If something misses, those bonus payments
Will be enough for twenty nephews
And with no time for you to gasp
The three wisemen come... Oh dear!
 
Christmas is over, party is over
And you go to sleep with no money
You go to the bank to see the balance
And the account shows a big zero.
You're go stone dead and that's not bad
What's worse is, I'm not exaggerating
A very hard to cover party is coming
It's the high...January slope.
 

The installments

I have a nighbour at home
who has it all.
The guy is called Paco,
he doesn't earn neither for a smoke
and lives like a rajah.
 
I wish you could see him.
He has seven guayaberas,
four terylen suits,
a seed beads overcoad,
shoes to the top
and neckties to gift.
And let alone in his house
because he has it all:
Record player, washing mashine,
fridge, thermos, spihon,
beater, vacuum cleaner,
coctail cabinet, television set
and a series of advances
that I don't name them all
that are too many.
 
And it's what anybody thinks
'He's well placed'
well placed is the seller
that he doesn't pay even broke.
Is not that he's shameless.
He doesn't pay. That's it.
If it's not his fault.
The blame is on the installments
and those who want to sell.
The ads, the installment sellers,
this who lends money
and who gets convinced.
 
It seems an extravagance
and it's a way to see
that circumstances have placed.
Today we live in a way
different to the past,
and we must take as a norm
that to live this way
you must live into debts.
Nobody get scared
because a debt is pretty.
At least I like it,
is it that I have so many.
 
Nothing is bought in one pay,
nothing in cold hard cash,
all is bought in installments,
it doesn't matter to live in debt,
you buy it, which is the important.
And though seems strange,
you don't buy cheap things,
you buy the expensive things.
I want conveniences
and if they give installments,
there's no need to talk.
It seems stupid
and is what my aunt says
'a hundred bucks more anyway'.
 
My aunt is really wise
and knows to manage a house.
She has fifteen installment sellers
and he pays them with money
that she robs in the plaza.
That's how my uncle is, tired
bored, fainted
wanting to be killed
that since he married
he eats debts with tomato.
 
And the world, that any day
opens up like a watermelon
on China or Vietnam,
and you get the joy
that of all that you owed
you don't have to pay a thing.
 
And now that we're talking about it,
chinese are arming.
They have bombs and cannons
and aren't eight or ten,
they're six hundred millions.
The thing is widening
and as they can't fit,
more of the half leaves,
so while you buy,
right now are entering
the chinese by Algeciras.
 
They better don't come to my house
if I'm the one who manages it,
that many chinese come
with the kilo of lentils.
But just in case,
buy a lot and in installments,
beware the yellow race
and all that you buy,
and if you come by Seville
and a bill is left,
may Fu Man Chu pay it.
 

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Sevillanas of the 1982 World Cup

I think of some tricks if they worth
to win in the world cups.
 
To win in the world cups is necessary
to study well the rival whims
and observe it with lots of psychology
and once we know its mania
to let the adversary have it.
 
For example, if we play with the english,
who likes a lot the Jerez wine,
and even more the bullfighting,
to mess them, let El Cordobés sing to them
and they eat a bull tail.
 
With Netherlands and Germany there's no problem
that we can use the same system.
A party with Peret and La Polaca
a chickpea stew for dinner
and that's bull shit!
 
If we ever play with the russians,
these people are so cold!
 
These people are so cold and they need
to have lots of sun and melt them
to get them so suffocated of the heat,
because at Russia nobody is used to
because they only shiver there.
 
When the russian is too red
and we note that starts to be burned
we put him a food classily
four dishes of cod with potatos
and to sleep in Torremolinos.
 
On fast a couple of sangria jars
and a dish of lamb for lunch
let them get filled with gazpacho and I don't exaggerate
that when the russian is eating that way for three days
let's win two-zero!
 
We gotta give a good beating to Brazil
with partying.
 
To the carioca when he passes the customs
we'll put him in the dancing and party
not letting the fun stops for a moment
having him entertained until the morning
dancing sevillanas.
 
Let Julio Iglesias sing to them in brazilian,
Lola Flores dance to them a rumba,
Rocio Jurado invite them some oysters
and let them eat with lots of Riveiro wine
potato tortillas.
 
And on the day of the timely match
after the party their light breakfast
with favada and Madrid cocido
and take my word that to the brazilian team
we'll win two-one!
 
And later some finalist remains
ole... but I'm optimist!
 
For example, Argentina and Italy
we'll get the two of them sacked one morning!
With Japan we're better,
that in my opinion the japanese only beat us
in making radios.
 
We'll get the chinese filled with paella
and you'll see that they don't pant neither filled
And to the black africans I'd send them,
to see fresh flesh in bikini,
to sleep in Costa Brava.
 
As they say that all is valid in war,
these are personal machiavelisms
without lacking fineness and courtesy,
a bit of charm and wit
and we'll win the world cup!
 

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Yes very well

The movies nowdays are based in the same:
Outstanding woman, a man who sees her,
and keep going on and on with sexualism.
The shower, the bed and the yes very well.
 
If the theme asks for it, they search for a reason.
And if there's no reason, it is made after,
that for the box office is very productive.
The shower, the bed and the yes very well.
 
No matter how weird is any argument
nor how strange that could be seen,
they keep it going with lots of talent.
The shower, the bed and the yes very well.
 
The cinemas get filled jam-packed
that they do long lines to see them.
Now only a good stripping interests.
The shower, the bed and the yes very well.
 
The theater also lives it's moment.
Foreigner author, french vaudeville,
a negligee without any relevance.
The shower, the bed and the yes very well.
 
Today what is paid with lots of pesetas
is for a good nudity, no matter the role.
Here the important is to show the...1 and
The shower, the bed and the yes very well.
 
That's why trying to make something outrageous
full of erotism, you understand me,
I have a theme that is so beautiful:
The story in bikini and scantily dressed
of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.
The shower, the bed, the bed and the shower,
the bed and the shower and the yes very well.
 
And I make two versions abroad,
one with bikini and another without it
that here like outside only gives money.
The shower, the bed, the bed and the shower,
the bed and the shower and the yes very well.
 

• 1. boobs

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La Papa

In a coffee shop of the Burrero,
among claps and local music,
she was dancing and dancing
until the beak of the day.
La Papa weighed a hundred kilos,
she was too fat
so much that in some dances
it was noted while she danced.
But the people were clapping
and saying excited
'How danced La Papa
How danced La Papa'
 
Dancing by soleá,
a great poet said:
'She has art and grace
but shee stays moveless
and this looks like a pitcher'
La Papa stomped her feet
with gypsy inspiration,
but she was little
and as she was fat
she looked like a standing egg.
However they were clapping at her
and the people were saying
'How danced La Papa
How danced La Papa'
 
She was attracted by the menudo
and the picadillo so much.
And tosee her dancing well,
she was starting to eat
until get filled.
Then she got up,
she got lost in the sound
and the people were saying
'How danced La Papa
How danced La Papa'
 
One day they hired her
for the Equatorial Africa.
The blacks were excited
with her way of dancing.
And they saw her so beautiful,
so fat and so sweaty
that the blacks clapped,
dressed La Papa
and later they ate her.
And that african night,
the blacks filled with Papa
were singing and saying
and the people were saying
'How danced La Papa
How tasty was La Papa'
 

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The bomb

Look how the world is going.
It is really deranged.
The mess that can be made
on any given moment.
Is there no judgmente anymore?
Is there no sense anymore?
I'd like to know
who puts us in this fuss.
 
The north say the easterns,
Corea says Vietnam,
chinese say Pakistan,
and the south says the westerns.
At least four countries
have the bomb now,
so you can tell me
if they drop it. What do you say?
The least expected day
the earth starts a crackling,
and even the toasted dies.
Come on, nobody will be left.
 
And according to the people
and that's enough for me,
an eminent scientist
pushes a button and that's it.
Who can guarantee
that one day he doesn't do wrong
and without realizing touches
where he shouldn't touch?
So, without difficulty
he can wipe half Spain out.
Soy yeah, it's not funny at all
to live waiting for a bell ring.
 
This has come to the nonsense.
I would remove all the bombs
and even if surprises and amazes
I'd give them all a slingshot.
And at the time of fighting,
no planes nor boats nor cars.
Slaps and punches
until ten in the night!
You'd see how I finish
with the desires of fighting,
that a good slap
doesn't kill but it bothers.
 
Romans fight good
with the feet and the hands,
with bites and kicks.
That's how the Romans lasted
that they lasted a lot.
I'm right, am I?
Is there right to be pending
that an eminent scientist
wants to push a button?
 
I prepare my suitcases
and in the first chance
I move to another planet.
Mercury, Venus, Saturn,
Mars, Jupiter, Pluto...
Any, it's the same,
the further the better!
 
I'm now purchasing a ticket
to get on the first rocket
and to move to another galaxy.
Because let's see what you do,
that dying like a whitebait
is not funny at all for me.
Let's see if I reach the sky,
that I have enough reasons
that I have megatons
until the top of the neck.
That like my aunt
who was slow and peasant said,
'Let's live that are three days
and let a donkey do the work'
 
Long live sane people,
friendship, simpathy,
ole, pretty women,
long live generosity and joy.
With how beautiful it is
to fall in love adn to love,
enjoying this life,
tasting a good Jerez wine,
to eat until get filled
and later to go to sleep.
To have to lose all that
drives me desperated.
Too bad that the world ends
because of some nutties!
 

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The check

Since the elegant people invented it
earning through a check is worying
the fear is deep,
because one never knows if there will be funds.
The way of earning it is very simple
you get in the bank and to the counter
They give you a number
and you wait until they call you after a while.
 
On a bench of the bank you sit down
to wait for the confirmation that it has an account.
And silently,
you're wondering with some doubt
'Of course, I don't even want to think about it
but look if the guy is dead
I'll draw some tobacco
to see if smoking the time passes'
 
The look doesn't move a bit
from where the teller and the counter are
And you think,
'Well it's seems he's delaying too much'
And mentally you say in a fit of rage
'They give me back the check and I'll kill him
there's no money there,
and even the teller comes out bashed'
 
Suddenly you hear them announce 'the thirty nine'
yours is the fourty, you don't even move
and a great fuss,
the man doesn't earn, he's not happy
'Oy deary mom, what an ugly day
seeing this is too much
but there are people
able to sign a check without remains'
 
And is in that timely moment
when the teller calls 'the fourty one'
and you get mad,
'Hey sir, what happened with the fourty?'
the teller understands your hurry and uproar
and though cold and calm he tranquilizes you
'Nothing happened,
is that while they don't bring it, I can't pay'
 
'I think that the teller has too much calmness
He's of those who finds hard to give the money
A mania,
because I don't have a body for those silly things'
Finally the moment comes, how wonderfull
You almost get into the counter
And that teller
who gives you the cold hard cash.
 
'What a relief mother, what a relief
I have the money, I'm leaving'
And with the money,
while you leave the bank, thinks again
'Why was I upset? why I was hesitating?
If I knew that Pepe wouldn't fail me
If there's money
and you gotta see hoy kind is the teller'
 
However even if they call me mistrusting
From now on I'll earn in cash
And in pesetas
and if there are no pesetas, in small change
In small change mother, in small change
Because the counter jokes too much'
 

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The bingo

I don't know why I play this
I don't know why I come to the bingo,
knowing that if I come to the bingo,
I not only make a mistake
but also I lose in the bingo
the four jackpots I have.
 
I come to pass the time
but instead of having a good time
I get rebel, I get poisoned,
I get upset, I get furious
and I end up angry,
seeing that I'm missing the four
and the one next to me does bingo.
And I get the seven things
and I get red
and you gotta see secretly
what I do to who yelled.
 
And though I play, I don't deny
I must recognize that
the game is foolish.
It's useless to have talent
you don't even need a career,
the invention is so innocent
that anybody can play it.
On the week days
on saturdays or on sundays,
the smartest does a line
and the foolest does a bingo.
 
This is not a pool
that estimating can be useful,
there's no need to estimate
neither estimating works.
It's a number that comes
and you look at your card
and you have it or not
and this is it.
 
And how curious is the people
who blames his bad luck
to a thousand different things.
'Well I'm going to that corner
that the good luck comes
with the girl who brings the cards.'
And he changes for hundred girls,
a hundred times of pen
and eighty times of table.
It's not that Baldomero,
that's not the issue,
the issue is being the first
in filling the card.
 
And you gotta see how it leaves
my blood circulation
when I hear from afar
a voice saying 'Line'.
And full of incredulity
I say with stupid face
'Oh, how soon. Line now'.
 
And another thing I can't stand
that my number doesn't come out
after many numbers came out.
For example, I have the three
and comes out the two, the one
the four, the five, the six
and there isn't any left
to come out from one to ten
all come out except for one
which is the one I have, the three.
 
And there I can't take it anymore,
I'm dead as a doornail again
I'm leaving complaining
thinking while I go to sleep
'I don't know why I play this
I don't know why I come to the bingo'
 

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