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Chichipia (feat. Alberto Echagüe)

Juan D'arienzo

Chichipia (part. Alberto Echagüe)

Tenés más tierra en el mate
Que la quinta en qué tu viejo
La yugo como un enano
Trabajando 'e sol a sol

Y hoy venis a darme dique
Pero mansho desde lejos
Que debajo 'e la lustrada
Te este sobrando el puloil

Te lambes por los muchachos
Del cinema o de la radio
Sos tordilla o alazana
Te cambias siempre el dolor

Te engrupieron que soy churro
La Maria Félix del barrio
Y andas loca de remate
Por la pinta de un cantor

Chichipia
Que te haces la vampiresa
Si tú viejo es laburante
Tus hermanos atorrantes
Y son siete en una pieza

Caradura
Aprende a ganarte un peso
Si para en una sopa
Tu vieja salvó la ropa
Pidiendo para esta un hueso

Chichipia
Si vos fueses hija mia
Que biabusa te daría
Pa' sacarte el berretin

De tanto hacerte la artista
Te está fallando la antena
Si no vale cuatro cobres
Tu fulero carnaval

Yo estoy hecho entre malandras
Y por eso me da pena
Acertar con la quiniela
Que te espera en el final

Vos tenés en el marote
Todo un corso e' contramano
Sos un caso de escopeta
De chaleco y algo más

Que favor que nos harías
Si chaparas un bufoso
Y sin batirme hasta luego
De una vez te amasijas

Chichipia (feat. Alberto Echagüe)

You have more dirt in the mate
Than the farm where your old man
Plowed like a dwarf
Working from sunup to sundown

And today you come to give me a dam
But gently from afar
That beneath the shine
You're overflowing with dust

You lick yourself for the guys
From the cinema or the radio
You're a roan or a chestnut
You always change your pain

They fooled you that I'm a hunk
The Maria Félix of the neighborhood
And you're crazy about
The appearance of a singer

Chichipia
You act like a vampire
If your old man is a worker
Your brothers are scoundrels
And there are seven in one room

Cheeky
Learn to earn a peso
If your old lady saved the day
Asking for a bone

Chichipia
If you were my daughter
What a beating I would give you
To get rid of your whim

By pretending to be an artist so much
Your antenna is failing
If your lousy carnival
Isn't worth a penny

I am made among scoundrels
And that's why it saddens me
To hit the jackpot
That awaits you in the end

You have in your head
A whole carnival going the wrong way
You're a case for a shotgun
With a vest and something more

What a favor you would do us
If you hooked up with a buffoon
And without beating me goodbye
For once you disappear

Escrita por: Carlos Waiss