La Carcacha
Uno! Dos! Tres! Cuatro!
Que humareda que nos tiene ahogando
La gente se pregunta, nadie sabe qué es
Un carro viejo que viene pitando
Con llantas de triciclo y el motor al revés
En la esquina yo esperando
Como siempre su novia fiel
Mis amigas se están burlando
Murmuran cosas de él
Carcacha, paso a pasito
No dejes de tambalear
Carcacha, poco a poquito
No nos vayas a dejar
Carcacha, paso a pasito
No dejes de tambalear
Carcacha, poco a poquito
No nos vayas a dejar
Miren muchachas que no me arrepiento
Y tampoco me ha me avergüenzo yo de mi galán
Aunque sea pobre y tenga un carro viejo
Me trata como reina, un hombre de verdad
Y aunque tenga una carcacha
Lo que importa es que voy con él
Tampoco será el más guapo
Pero si es mi novio fiel
Aow!
Carcacha, paso a pasito
No dejes de tambalear
Carcacha, poco a poquito
No nos vayas a dejar
Carcacha, paso a pasito
No dejes de tambalear
Carcacha, poco a poquito
No nos vayas a dejar
The Junk Car
One! Two! Three! Four!
What a smoke that has us choking
People wonder, no one knows what it is
An old car coming honking
With tricycle tires and the engine upside down
On the corner, I'm waiting
Like always, his faithful girlfriend
My friends are mocking
Whispering things about him
Junk car, step by step
Don't stop wobbling
Junk car, little by little
Don't leave us
Junk car, step by step
Don't stop wobbling
Junk car, little by little
Don't leave us
Look girls, I don't regret
And I'm not ashamed of my boyfriend
Even if he's poor and has an old car
He treats me like a queen, a real man
And even if he has a junk car
What matters is that I go with him
He may not be the most handsome
But he's my faithful boyfriend
Aow!
Junk car, step by step
Don't stop wobbling
Junk car, little by little
Don't leave us
Junk car, step by step
Don't stop wobbling
Junk car, little by little
Don't leave us
Escrita por: A.B. Quintanilla III / Pete Astudillo