Gordo Ricardo
Sonaba un cassette de Gardel mientras leía el diario
Buscaba en los clasificados notas de un trabajo
Pobre Gordo Ricardo, soñaba salir del barrio
Pero era tan adicto a la cerveza como al caño
Tomo el teléfono y llamo a dos o tres compañeros
Les hizo creer que ya era propietario de una empresa
Los invito a reunirse un viernes por la madrugada
Y así se armo la banda, con el Gordo a la cabeza
Encapuchados por el hood, van armados siempre
La empresa del Gordo Ricardo, creció de repente
Ya no eran cuatro, si no más de treinta delincuentes
Y hasta tres chicas para que junten la plata y la cuenten
La policía lo busca y el gordo no estaba
Gendarmeria lo buscaba y el gordo no estaba
Que difícil se hace a veces, al conciencia es mala
La vida loca chico, es linda pero sale cara
Al Gordo se le ocurrió un día visitar Europa
Se va directo hasta Madrid con toda su familia
Quien iba imaginar que el gordo no regresaría
Ni para poner la otra mejilla, palabra en la biblia
La banda quedo mal parada, sin Grodo y sin prote
No le costo a las federales meterlos al bote
Todos declararon en contra del Gordo Ricardo
Dicen que un día salió apurado y nadie sabe a donde
La policía lo buscaba y el Gordo no estaba
Fotos del Gordo por el mundo y el gordo no estaba
Que difícil se hace a veces, la conciencia es mala
La vida loca chico es linda pero sale cara
En todas las villas lo buscaban y el Gordo no estaba
En todos los barrios lo buscaban y el Gordo no estaba
Fotos del Gordo por el mundo y el Gordo no estaba
La vida loca chico es linda pero sale cara
Algunos dicen que murió y otros que sigue libre
Otros dicen que se dedica a escribir historietas
Gente que jura a verlo visto, tomando cerveza
O encañonando al dueño del bar con una escopeta
Nunca se supo más del Gordo Ricardo y flia
Tal vez adelgazo dejo la vida y se hizo cura
Seguro cambio de nombre o de cervecería
O tiene un pacto con el diablo atado a la cintura
En le barrio, Ricardo es leyenda
Le prenden velas los ladrones, antes del momento
De nuevo en barras cuento historias bravas de mi tierra
Saluda atentamente el Mero Mero fin del cuento
Toda la policía lo buscaba y el Gordo no estaba
Toda gerdarmeria lo busca y el gordo no estaba
Fotos del gordo por el mundo y el gordo no esta
Ricardo dónde estás, Ricardo dónde estás
Fat Ricardo
A Gardel cassette played while he read the newspaper
He searched the classifieds for job listings
Poor Fat Ricardo, dreaming of leaving the neighborhood
But he was as addicted to beer as to the pipe
He picked up the phone and called two or three friends
Made them believe he already owned a company
Invited them to meet on a Friday morning
And that's how the gang was formed, with Fat Ricardo at the helm
Hooded under the hood, always armed
Fat Ricardo's company suddenly grew
They were no longer four, but more than thirty criminals
And even three girls to collect and count the money
The police were looking for him, but Fat was not there
The Gendarmerie was looking for him, but Fat was not there
Sometimes it's hard, conscience is bad
The crazy life, boy, is nice but expensive
One day, Fat Ricardo decided to visit Europe
He went straight to Madrid with his whole family
Who would have imagined that Fat would not return
Not even to turn the other cheek, word in the Bible
The gang was left in a bad position, without Fat and without protection
It wasn't hard for the feds to put them in jail
Everyone testified against Fat Ricardo
They say one day he left in a hurry and no one knows where
The police were looking for him, but Fat was not there
Photos of Fat around the world and Fat was not there
Sometimes it's hard, conscience is bad
The crazy life, boy, is nice but expensive
In all the neighborhoods they were looking for Fat and he was not there
In all the districts they were looking for Fat and he was not there
Photos of Fat around the world and Fat was not there
The crazy life, boy, is nice but expensive
Some say he died and others say he's still free
Others say he writes comics
People swear they've seen him, drinking beer
Or pointing a shotgun at the bar owner
Nothing more was known about Fat Ricardo and family
Maybe he lost weight, left his life, and became a priest
Surely he changed his name or brewery
Or has a pact with the devil tied to his waist
In the neighborhood, Ricardo is a legend
Thieves light candles for him before the moment
Once again, in bars, I tell tough stories from my land
Yours sincerely, the Big Boss, end of the story
The whole police were looking for him, but Fat was not there
The whole Gendarmerie is looking for him, but Fat is not there
Photos of Fat around the world and Fat is not there
Ricardo, where are you, Ricardo, where are you