Se Mamó El Becerro (part. Tony Aguirre)
Iba montado en su cuaco
Lo acompañaba su perro
Se empinaba la botella
Recordaba que en su encierro
Le informaron que en su casa
Casi a diario había un entierro
Nomás pensaba y pensaba
No se explicaba el asunto
Otro trago se aventaba
Regresaba al mismo punto
Como es que había tanto entierro
Si no había ningún difunto
Apurando a su caballo
Con las espuelas de hierro
Iba llegando al corral
Que estaba bajando el cerro
No pudo ordeñar la vaca
Porque se mamó el becerro
Casi llegando a su rancho
Macario tomó un atajo
Abrió la puerta de atrás
Se puso verde el carajo
Su mujer estaba arriba
Su compadre estaba abajo
Con el cuchillo en la mano
Sentía que le hervía la sangre
Le cortó los dos al vato
Y al perro le quitó el hambre
Y le dijo a su mujer
Es todo tuyo el compadre
Maldiciendo a su mujer
Macario se fue pa' el cerro
Mentándosela al compadre
Aquel que le puso el cuerno
Supo que de los amigos
El mejor siempre es el perro
The Calf Got Drunk (feat. Tony Aguirre)
Riding on his horse
His dog was by his side
He was chugging from the bottle
Remembering in his hideout
They told him back at home
That almost daily there was a burial
He just kept thinking and thinking
Couldn't figure out the deal
Another drink he downed
Back to the same old feel
How could there be so many funerals
When there wasn't a single corpse
Spurring his horse on
With his iron spurs
He was nearing the corral
Coming down the hill
Couldn't milk the cow
'Cause the calf got drunk
Almost to his ranch
Macario took a shortcut
Opened the back door
His face turned green, what a shock
His wife was upstairs
His buddy was downstairs
With a knife in hand
Felt his blood boiling
He cut the guy in two
And left the dog well-fed
And he told his wife
Your buddy's all yours now
Cursing at his wife
Macario headed to the hills
Cursing out his buddy
That guy who cheated him
He knew that among friends
The best one is always the dog