El Busero Vacilon
Y son las 3 de la mañana un puro despertar
En el canto de los gallos lo va desbacilar
Y se dirige a la cocina con dolor en la barriga
Y las tripas que le chillan y le piden cafe
Amargo seria el sabor de este dia si no fuera por la posima
De superman que le dieron los compadres y valgame madre
Se maneja de cabeza y se siente el tiempo al volar
Y ahora el chato se dirige con pasito vacilon
Hacia la puerta del cielo farmaceutico y pelon
Q es el vendedor de sueños que le presta sus alas
Para volar con diasepan
Y el encuentro con la bestia en su maquina de guerra
Su deber es cabalgar y dominar la fiera en el campo
De batalla donde nadie se talla para vencer al poderoso
General, chiflando por aqui metiendo por
Alla el teniente del chato
Se las va a cobrar con su vos de metal (que lo dice bestial)
Ni el volumen de la cumbia lo puede apagar
Y ahora el chato se dirige con pasito vacilon
Hacia la puerta del cielo farmaceutico y pelon
Y es el vendedor de sueños que le presta sus
Alas para volar con diasepan
Y el verde del semaforo se confunde con el amarillo
Y se derriten los dos encima del rojo
Y hay veces que la mala suerte es una pasajera
Inesperada que se sube sin pagar para tirarte las cartas
Y verte rebotar
Y en la cuadra de enfrente un chota del accidente se
Dirige a su patrulla a gran velocidad
Y llega con cara de miami vice al
Lugar d elos hechos pa luchar contra
El mal, se baja de su nave con esposas
Y llaves y un amanza loco por si le quieren
Pegar y apañan al chato y le cantan
El bacil y se lo devana la pncivil
Y ahora el chato se dirige con pasito desvacilado
Hacia la bartolina donde lo tienen enchuchado
Y para su mayor sorpresa en la bolsa de la
Derecha encontraran su salvacion...el busero vacilon
The Jovial Bus Driver
And it's 3 in the morning, just waking up
In the rooster's crow, he will mess around
And he heads to the kitchen with pain in his belly
And his growling guts asking for coffee
Bitter would be the taste of this day if it weren't for the potion
Of Superman that his buddies gave him, oh my goodness
He drives upside down and feels time flying
And now the guy heads with a jolly step
Towards the door of the pharmaceutical and bald heaven
Who is the dream seller lending him his wings
To fly with Diasepan
And the encounter with the beast in his war machine
His duty is to ride and dominate the beast in the battlefield
Where no one backs down to defeat the powerful
General, whistling here, sneaking there
The lieutenant of the guy
Will get even with his metal voice (which says it beastly)
Not even the volume of cumbia can drown it out
And now the guy heads with a jolly step
Towards the door of the pharmaceutical and bald heaven
And he is the dream seller who lends him his
Wings to fly with Diasepan
And the green of the traffic light blends with the yellow
And both melt on top of the red
And sometimes bad luck is an unexpected
Passenger who gets on without paying to throw you the cards
And see you bounce
And on the block across the street, a cop from the accident
He heads to his patrol car at high speed
And arrives with a Miami Vice face
To the scene to fight against
Evil, he gets off his ship with handcuffs
And keys and a crazy tamer in case they want to
Hit him and they take the guy and sing
The joke and the civil police take care of him
And now the guy heads with an unsteady step
Towards the cell where they have him locked up
And to his greatest surprise in the right pocket
They will find his salvation... the jovial bus driver