Juan Simon
Es la historia de un enfermo
Muchos males él tenía
Trabajaba todo el día
Limpiando las azoteas
Autos, vidrios y banquetas
Él traía una bicicleta
Que por cierto era robada
Ponchada de las dos llantas
Pero así este güey le daba
No tenía pa' comida
No tenía ni pa' calzones
Y cuando ganaba algo
Disparaba las cagüamas
Luego le daban más ganas
Se compraba su alcoholito
Y se ponía hasta las chanclas
Se dormía en cualquier esquina
Le pegaban calentura, fiebre, asma y reaumatismo
Dos perrillas en cada ojo
Artritis en las orejas
Pobre vato estás jodido y no tienes medicina
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No tenía mucha familia
No tenía padre ni madre
Solo no estaba en la cárcel
Por haber asesinado
A la hija de su comadre
Porque no le daba un trago
Su hermana era prostituta, drogadicta y era chola
Se la rolaba la banda
Como si fuera pelota
Y un domingo en la mañana
El sujeto en cuestión
Tirado en una banqueta
Murió de una congestión
Se llamaba Juan Simon
Y solo tenía 10 años
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Su hermana era prostituta, drogadicta y era chola
Se la rolaba la banda
Como si fuera pelota
Y un domingo en la mañana
El sujeto en cuestión
Tirado en una banqueta
Murió de una congestión
Se llamaba Juan Simon
Y solo tenía 10 años
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Juan Simon
It's the story of a sick man
Many illnesses he had
He worked all day
Cleaning rooftops
Cars, windows, and sidewalks
He had a bicycle
Which was stolen by the way
Flat tires on both wheels
But this dude kept going
He didn't have money for food
He didn't even have money for underwear
And when he earned something
He'd shoot back some beers
Then he'd crave more
Buy his little alcohol
And get wasted
He'd fall asleep on any corner
He'd get a fever, asthma, and rheumatism
Two bucks in each eye
Arthritis in his ears
Poor dude, you're screwed and you have no medicine
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He didn't have much family
He didn't have a father or mother
He was only not in jail
For having killed
His goddaughter
Because she wouldn't give him a drink
His sister was a prostitute, a drug addict, and a gang member
The gang passed her around
Like she was a ball
And one Sunday morning
The man in question
Lying on a sidewalk
Died from congestion
His name was Juan Simon
And he was only 10 years old
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His sister was a prostitute, a drug addict, and a gang member
The gang passed her around
Like she was a ball
And one Sunday morning
The man in question
Lying on a sidewalk
Died from congestion
His name was Juan Simon
And he was only 10 years old
Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay-ay-ay