Che, Bartolo
Gran viviyo de aspamento, malandrín de meta y ponga
Atajate este ponchazo que te voy a sacudir
No es que quiera deschavarte por cantar esta milonga
Sino porque con tus briyos vos no me vas a engrupir
Che, bacán de rango mishio, te diré algo que me alegra
Relojearte entre la merza que la va de Tabarís
A vos te llaman los giles El Marqués de Bocanegra
Como a mí me baten Chorro, El Herrero o El Perdiz
Che, Bartolo
Batí si te has vuelto colo
Pa' quererte disfrazar
Bocanegra
¡Hay que ver cuál es la suegra
Que a vos te podrá aguantar!
Vos de negro
Tenés solo tu prontuario
Que ni sé cómo escondés
Che, Bartolo
Como reo, yo te pido
Que dejés el apellido
De aquel noble genovés
Si el monóculo insolente te da un aire bacanejo
Y ese empilche bien debute te barniza de marqués
No la va del mismo modo el curdela de tu viejo
Que entre gente de boliche va arrastrando su vejez
Yo no sé con qué ganzúa has abierto ese agujero
Que los reos de mi rango le llamamos Sociedá
Pa' mí que te equivocaste, La de Negros Candomberos
Es la Sociedá indicada donde podés alternar
Hey, Bartolo
Big shot from the slums, scoundrel of half and half
Brace yourself for this blow that I'm going to shake you with
I don't want to expose you for singing this tune
But because with your tricks you won't fool me
Hey, broke poser, I'll tell you something that makes me happy
To see you mingling among the riffraff pretending to be a big shot
They call you the fools The Marquis of Blackmouth
While they call me Chorro, The Blacksmith, or The Partridge
Hey, Bartolo
Realize if you've gone crazy
Trying to disguise yourself
Blackmouth
Let's see who is the mother-in-law
Who can put up with you!
Dressed in black
You only have your rap sheet
I don't even know how you hide it
Hey, Bartolo
As a convict, I ask you
To drop the last name
Of that noble Genoese
If the insolent monocle gives you a snobbish air
And that outfit makes you look like a marquis
Your old man doesn't carry himself the same way
Among the bar crowd, he drags his old age
I don't know with what picklock you've opened that hole
That us inmates of my rank call Society
I think you made a mistake, The Candomberos' Society
Is the right Society where you can hang out