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Pancho Mustache

Joan Sebastian

Pancho Bigotes

Dicen que por sus hazanas
Ya lo tienen bien fichado
Y que lo busca la ley
Aquí y en el otro lado
Y que lo busca la ley
Aquí y en el otro lado

Su nombre Pancho el bigotes
Su apellido Sarmiento
Solo uno pues fue Panchito
Y legal de nacimiento
Solo uno pues fue Panchito
Y legal de nacimiento

Pancho se inicio en el crimen
Matando a Don Juan Rivera
El burlador de su madre
El que pretendia a la nuera
El que le nego su nombre
A su padre Juan Rivera

Y Juan Rivera sabía
Que el bigotes era su hijo
Aun así con cinismo
A Susanita le dijo
Conque te vas a casar
Con ese infeliz bastardo
Ven a mis brazos Susana
Que yo los secretos guardo
Tú eres joven y bonita
Yo leño viejo pero arduo

Se arruga el cuero, pero no el corazón
Decía Don Juan

Susana no guardo nada
De lo que había sucedido
Fue y se lo dijo al bigotes
El cual bien enfurecido
Se convirtio en vengador
Y para otros forajido

Ya termino a cinco peones
O asesinos pagados
Los judiciales no le entran
Será que están asustados
O será que le perdonan
Sus hechos justificados

A veces anda a caballo
Y a veces motorizado
Lo cierto es que anda el bigotes
Feliz y despreocupado
Será que Dios lo protege
O con el diablo ha pactado
Será que Dios lo protege
O con el diablo ha pactado

Pancho Mustache

They say because of his deeds
He's already got a file on him
And that the law is after him
Here and on the other side
And that the law is after him
Here and on the other side

His name is Pancho the Mustache
His last name is Sarmiento
Just one, 'cause he was Panchito
And legal by birth
Just one, 'cause he was Panchito
And legal by birth

Pancho started in crime
Killing Don Juan Rivera
The one who fooled his mother
The one who was after his daughter-in-law
The one who denied his name
To his father Juan Rivera

And Juan Rivera knew
That the mustache was his son
Still, with cynicism
He told Susanita
So you're gonna marry
That pathetic bastard
Come to my arms, Susana
'Cause I keep the secrets
You're young and pretty
I'm old wood but tough

The skin wrinkles, but not the heart
Don Juan used to say

Susana kept nothing
Of what had happened
She went and told the mustache
Who was really pissed off
He became a vengeful man
And for others, a outlaw

He finished off five peons
Or hired killers
The cops won't touch him
Maybe they're scared
Or maybe they forgive him
His justified actions

Sometimes he rides a horse
And sometimes he's on a bike
The truth is that the mustache
Is happy and carefree
Is it that God protects him
Or has he made a deal with the devil?
Is it that God protects him
Or has he made a deal with the devil?

Escrita por: Joan Sebastían