Las Rodilleras
De seguro tu madre fue chaparra
O de plano debio haber sido enana
Porque aquello que hiciste conmigo
Deverás te digo, es no tener mamá
Te burlaste de mí, te carcajeaste
Me trataste peor que a tus calzones
Pero ya me cansé de aguantar
Y hoy te vas a chiflar mis humildes canciones
Y ahí te dejo el remedio milagroso
Te lo vas a poner por si algo te arde
Y ahí te dejo este par de rodilleras
Sabes para qué: Para que inques a tu madre
Pa' su madre no hay hijo que sea malo
Eso dicen los diceres profundos
Pero a ti ni te va ni te viene
Si tú ya no tienes ni madre en el mundo
Te burlaste de mí, te carcajeaste
Me trataste peor que a tus calzones
Pero ya me cansé de aguantar
Y hoy te vas a chiflar mis humildes canciones
Y ahí te dejo el remedio milagroso
Te lo vas a poner por si algo te arde
Y ahí te dejo este par de rodilleras
Sabes para qué: Para que inques a tu madre
Knee Pads
I'm sure your mother was short
Or she must have been a dwarf
Because what you did to me
I'll tell you, it's not having a mom
You mocked me, you laughed your head off
You treated me worse than your underwear
But I'm tired of putting up with it
And today, you're going to love my humble songs
And there you have the miracle cure
You're going to put it on in case something burns you
And here's a pair of knee pads for you
You know why: So you can kneel before your mother
For the mother, there is no son who is bad
That's what the wise sayings say
But it doesn't affect you one way or the other
If you no longer have a mother in the world
You mocked me, you laughed your head off
You treated me worse than your underwear
But I'm tired of putting up with it
And today, you're going to love my humble songs
And there you have the miracle cure
You're going to put it on in case something burns you
And here's a pair of knee pads for you
You know why: So you can kneel before your mother
Escrita por: Manuel Eduardo Toscano