El Imbécil
Sos de los que quieren que los chicos estén pidiendo guita y comida en las calles
Cerrás las ventanillas de tu auto falo, cuando los chicos te piden un mango
Cuidado Patri, guarda Ezequiel, cuidado el bolso con cosas de valor
Cuidado Nancy, poné el brazo adentro, de un manotazo te sacan el reloj
Soy su padre y les voy a explicar que piden para no trabajar
No tuvieron la suerte de ustedes de tener un padre como el que tienen
Sos de los que miran el retrovisor y cierran todo, todo justo a tiempo
Y esa manito que golpea el vidrio te hace revolcar en tus pobres triunfos
Cuidado tía, vos que en todos confiás, ese pañuelo que es de seda francesa
Cuidado chicos, miren sin mirar, porque estos entran enseguida en confianza
Soy su padre y les voy a explicar que piden para no trabajar
No tuvieron la suerte de ustedes de tener un padre como el que tienen
Sos un imbécil que a los chicos culpás de la pobreza y la mugre que hay
Que nunca te echen, rogale a tu Dios, porque en el culo te pondrás ese auto
No quiero que me limpien el parabrisas porque está limpio y lo van a ensuciar
No quiero que me pasen esa estampita, de alguna iglesia la habrán ido a robar
Soy su padre y les voy a explicar que piden para no trabajar
No tuvieron la suerte de ustedes de tener un padre como el que tienen
The Fool
You're one of those who want kids to be begging for money and food on the streets
You roll up the windows of your phallic car when the kids ask you for some change
Watch out Patri, be careful Ezequiel, watch out for the bag with valuable things
Watch out Nancy, keep your arm inside, they'll snatch your watch in a flash
I'm their father and I'm going to explain that they beg so they don't have to work
They weren't lucky like you to have a father like the one they have
You're one of those who look in the rearview mirror and close everything, just in time
And that little hand that taps on the window makes you roll in your poor triumphs
Watch out auntie, you who trust everyone, that handkerchief made of French silk
Watch out kids, look without looking, because these people quickly gain your trust
I'm their father and I'm going to explain that they beg so they don't have to work
They weren't lucky like you to have a father like the one they have
You're a fool who blames kids for the poverty and filth that exist
Don't ever get rid of them, beg your God, because you'll put that car up your ass
I don't want them to clean my windshield because it's clean and they'll dirty it
I don't want them to pass me that little religious picture, they must have stolen it from some church
I'm their father and I'm going to explain that they beg so they don't have to work
They weren't lucky like you to have a father like the one they have