A Su Merced
Danzón dedicado a
Doña Jesuza Ramírez Gama
Y amigos que la acompañan
Para todo el que disfruta
De la verdura y la fruta
Va este danzón dedicado
A su merced, el mercado
Platicaban las naranjas
Que las limas son bien frescas
Que la vulgar mandarina
Se siente tan tangerina
Y aconsejadas las tunas
Por la pérfida manzana
Se agarraron de botana
A las pobres aceitunas
Todo pasa, todo pasa
Hasta la, hasta la
Hasta la ciruela pasa
Todo pasa, todo pasa
Hasta la, hasta la
Hasta la ciruela pasa
Señoras, no sean frutas
Que todas somos sabrosas
Aquellos se sienten reyes
Pero son puros mameyes
Uy qué finas mis vecinas
Se burló el prieto zapote
Luego criticó al membrillo
Que es como un gringo amarillo
No sea usted tan chabacano
Contestole la granada
Es usted zapote prieto
Y nadie le dijo nada
Todo pasa, todo pasa
Hasta la, hasta la
Hasta la ciruela pasa
Todo pasa, todo pasa
Hasta la, hasta la
Hasta la ciruela pasa
At Your Mercy
Danzón dedicated to
Doña Jesuza Ramírez Gama
And friends who accompany her
For all who enjoy
The vegetables and fruits
This danzón is dedicated
At your mercy, the market
The oranges were talking
That the limes are very fresh
That the common mandarin
Feels so tangerine
And advised by the prickly pears
Against the treacherous apple
They grabbed as snacks
The poor olives
Everything passes, everything passes
Even the, even the
Even the plum passes
Everything passes, everything passes
Even the, even the
Even the plum passes
Ladies, don't be fruits
We are all tasty
Those who feel like kings
Are just all talk
Oh, how refined my neighbors are
Mocked the dark sapote
Then criticized the quince
Which is like a yellow gringo
Don't be so vulgar
Replied the pomegranate
You are the dark sapote
And no one said a word
Everything passes, everything passes
Even the, even the
Even the plum passes
Everything passes, everything passes
Even the, even the
Even the plum passes