El Rockero
El Rockero ese si es alguien
Alguien sin igual,
No le gusta que lo manden y él quiere mandar,
A él le gusta la cerveza aunque le duela la cabeza,
Y su madre siempre le dice y le dirá
¡Joven morirás!
Sí Señor, como no,
¡El Rockero ese soy yo! (BIS)
Y a él le gustan las mujeres y allí si es peligroso,
Porque él ya sabe que, él es especial,
El se ríe de la vida,
Anda limpio y sin amor,
Pero algo sí le importa y es el Rock & Roll
Sí Señor, como no,
¡El Rockero ese soy yo! (BIS)
Y eres tú y eres tú también, y es aquel y es el otro,
Y somos todos.
Sí Señor, como no,
¡El Rockero ese soy yo!
Y él es la oveja negra
Y lo botan de su casa,
Porque lo raspan donde estudia y lo botan donde trabaja
Y los curas lo persiguen para convertirle el alma,
Pero él ya la ha vendido,
La ha vendido al Rock and Roll.
¡Vamos!
Sí Señor, como no,
¡El Rockero ese soy yo!
Y eres tú, y es aquél,
Y es el otro y son ellas,
¡Y somos todos!
The Rocker
The Rocker, now that's someone
Someone like no other,
He doesn't like being told what to do, he wants to be in charge,
He likes beer even if it gives him a headache,
And his mother always tells him and will tell him
Young man, you'll die!
Yes sir, of course,
The Rocker, that's me! (REPEAT)
And he likes women, and that's where it gets dangerous,
Because he knows he's special,
He laughs at life,
He goes around clean and without love,
But something does matter to him, and that's Rock & Roll
Yes sir, of course,
The Rocker, that's me! (REPEAT)
And it's you, and it's you too, and it's him, and it's the other,
And it's all of us.
Yes sir, of course,
The Rocker, that's me!
And he's the black sheep
And they kick him out of his house,
Because they criticize him at school and fire him from work,
And the priests chase him to save his soul,
But he's already sold it,
He's sold it to Rock and Roll.
Let's go!
Yes sir, of course,
The Rocker, that's me!
And it's you, and it's him,
And it's the other, and it's them,
And we're all!