Se Mamo El Becerro
Iba montado en su cuaco
Lo acompañaba su perro
Se empinaba la botella
Recordaba aquel su encierro
Le informaron que en su casa
Casi a diario había un entierro
Nomás pensaba y pensaba
No se explicaba el asunto
Otro trago se aventaba
Regresaba al mismo punto
Cómo es que había tanto entierro
Si no había ningún difunto
Le apuraba a su caballo
Con las espuelas de hierro
Iba llegando al corral
Que estaba bajando el cerro
No pudo ordeñar la vaca
Por que se mamó el becerro
Casi llegando a su casa
Macario tomó un atajo
Abrió la puerta de atrás
Se puso verde el carajo
Su compadre estaba arriba
Su mujer estaba abajo
Con el cuchillo en la mano
Sintió que le hervía la sangre
Le cortó los dos al vato
Al perro le quitó el hambre
Y le dijó a su mujer
Es todo tuyo el compadre
Maldiciendo a su mujer
Macario se fue pa'l cerro
Mentándosela al compadre
Aquel que le puso el cuerno
Supo que de los amigos
El mejor siempre es el perro
The Calf Got Drunk
He was riding his horse
His dog accompanied him
He drank from the bottle
Remembering his past confinement
He was informed that in his house
There was almost a daily funeral
He kept thinking and thinking
He couldn't explain the matter
He took another drink
Returning to the same point
How come there were so many funerals
If there were no deceased
He urged his horse on
With iron spurs
He was arriving at the corral
That was at the foot of the hill
He couldn't milk the cow
Because the calf got drunk
Almost arriving at his house
Macario took a shortcut
He opened the back door
He turned green as hell
His buddy was upstairs
His wife was downstairs
With a knife in hand
He felt his blood boil
He cut off the guy's legs
Fed the dog
And told his wife
He's all yours, buddy
Cursing his wife
Macario went to the hill
Cursing his buddy
The one who cuckolded him
He knew that of friends
The best one is always the dog
Escrita por: Abelardo Flores