Coplas Dos Tipos de Cuidado (part. Jorge Negrete)
La gente dice sincera
Cada que se hace un casorio
Que el novio siempre la quiera
Sino que le hagan velorio
Para esta novia no hay pena
Pues va a tener buen marido
Porque Bueno es cosa buena
Por lo menos de apellido
Jorge Bueno es muy bueno
Hijo de Bueno también
Y su abuelo, ¡ay, qué bueno!
Quién se llamará como él
Procuraré ser tan bueno
Como dice mi apellido
Que se trague su veneno
El que velorio ha pedido
Pedro es malo de apellido
Retachar es su cuarteta
Él no más es presumido
Porque no es malo, es maleta
Pedro Malo es muy malo
Malo por obligación
Y su abuelo, ¡uy, qué malo!
Hay que comprarle su león
En una mañana de oro
Alguien nublaba el paisaje
Eran un cuervo y un loro
Arrancándose el plumaje
Hay que olvidar lo pasado
Si la culpable es la suerte
Que bueno y malo mezclado
En regular se convierte
Yo soy Malo, no lo niego
Pero quisiera mezclar
Malo y bueno, por si sale
Algo que sea regular
Cierto alacrán de carroña
Un colmenar visitaba
Para ver si la ponzoña
Con la miel se le quitaba
Como no será lo bueno
Para el placer del malvado
Con la miel y su veneno
Hoy anda el pobre purgado
Que lo entienda, quien lo entienda
Si es que lo sabe entender
Y si acaso no lo entiende
Hay que obligarlo a entender
Te consta que no soy tonto
Como tú lo has presumido
Tonto no, sí entrometido
Por el hambre de amistades
El hambre siempre la calmo
Con el manjar del amigo
Mendigo es sino mendigo
El que roba a sus amigos
Tú lo dices
Lo sostengo
No te vayas a cansar
No le saques
Sí le saco
Pues se acabó este cantar
Couplets of Two Types of Care (feat. Jorge Negrete)
People say sincerely
Every time a wedding is held
That the groom should always love her
Otherwise they should hold a wake for him
For this bride there is no sorrow
Because she will have a good husband
Because Bueno is a good thing
At least by last name
Jorge Bueno is very good
Son of Bueno as well
And his grandfather, oh, how good!
Who will be named like him
I will try to be as good
As my last name says
Let the one who asked for a wake
Swallow his poison
Pedro is bad by last name
To retouch is his quatrain
He is just conceited
Because he is not bad, he is a suitcase
Pedro Malo is very bad
Bad out of obligation
And his grandfather, oh, how bad!
We must buy him his lion
On a golden morning
Someone clouded the landscape
It was a crow and a parrot
Plucking their feathers
We must forget the past
If the culprit is luck
That good and bad mixed
Turns into average
I am Malo, I don't deny it
But I would like to mix
Bad and good, in case
Something average comes out
A certain scorpion of carrion
Visited a beehive
To see if the poison
Was removed with honey
How good it will not be
For the pleasure of the wicked
With honey and its poison
Today the poor man is purged
Let him understand, whoever understands
If he knows how to understand
And if he doesn't understand
He must be forced to understand
You know I'm not stupid
As you have presumed
Not stupid, but meddlesome
Because of the hunger for friendships
I always calm hunger
With the delicacy of a friend
A beggar is nothing but a beggar
Who steals from his friends
You say it
I maintain it
Don't get tired
Don't provoke him
I do provoke him
For this song is over