The Skinny Guy
A few white Marlboros
Chill for a bit
Clears his mind
To keep on running things
And watching the turf
The old man is the boss
And without much fuss
He's the son of Don Mayo
They call him the skinny guy
Already well-known
And he wears a big hat
No doubt about it
Out by Salado
You see them rolling
Several tough trucks
With armed men
They’re on a mission
And everything's calm
In front of the command
You see Macario
And from the team Flechas
He’s in charge
Watching over the boss
And the whole crew
From the ranch of Bacata
Where he came from
And they often see him
By the little cups
He’s my buddy
F1 in action
He parties with the band
Also a norteño
Cold beers
For his buddies
Peña started it
And the little monkey joined in
Shout out to my brothers
Who are locked up
And also those outside
We’re waiting for you here
Vicente, the kid
Serafin, and Gordo
Now I say goodbye
With this corrido
Sending a shout out
To all my friends
Also my nephews
El Nene and El Pato