Que Lindo Es Ser Rico
No tenías futuro conmigo
Eso dijo tu buena familia
Hoy que puedo llenarles el pico
Se persignan al verme llegar
Ay, qué rico y qué lindo es ser rico
Esta cosa me empieza a gustar
Orgulloso de ser provinciano
Lo que tengo lo hice chambeando
Cada surco que ves en mis manos
Me los hice cargando el arado
Ay, qué rico, qué lindo es ser rico
Cada peso lo hice sudando
Bendito cielo
Mientras sigas lloviendo en la milpa
Pa' mi gente y los buenos amigos
Dios mediante no falte comida
Bendito cielo
Mientras siga teniendo tu abrigo
Ay, qué rico, qué lindo es ser rico
Esta cosa me empieza a gustar
Hoy que tengo me sobran parientes
Cuando pobre ni quien me pelara
Las mujeres que ayer me ignoraron
Hoy se sueñan conmigo casadas
Ay, qué rico, qué lindo es ser rico
Esta cosa me empieza a gustar
Bendito cielo
Mientras sigas lloviendo en la milpa
Pa' mi gente y los buenos amigos
Dios mediante no falte comida
Bendito cielo
Mientras siga teniendo tu abrigo
Ay, qué rico, qué lindo es ser rico
Esta cosa me empieza a gustar
How Lovely It Is to Be Rich
You had no future with me
That's what your good family said
Now that I can fill their mouths
They cross themselves when they see me coming
Oh, how rich and lovely it is to be rich
This thing is starting to appeal to me
Proud of being a country boy
Everything I have, I earned by working
Every furrow you see on my hands
I made them by carrying the plow
Oh, how rich, how lovely it is to be rich
Every penny I made by sweating
Blessed sky
As long as you keep raining on the cornfield
For my people and good friends
God willing, there won't be a lack of food
Blessed sky
As long as I keep having your shelter
Oh, how rich, how lovely it is to be rich
This thing is starting to appeal to me
Now that I have, I have plenty of relatives
When I was poor, no one would even look at me
The women who ignored me yesterday
Today dream of being married to me
Oh, how rich, how lovely it is to be rich
This thing is starting to appeal to me
Blessed sky
As long as you keep raining on the cornfield
For my people and good friends
God willing, there won't be a lack of food
Blessed sky
As long as I keep having your shelter
Oh, how rich, how lovely it is to be rich
This thing is starting to appeal to me