Se Mamo El Becerro
Iba montado en su cuacu
Lo acampañaba su perro,
Se empinaba la botella
Recordaba que en su encierro
Le informaron que en su casa
Casi a diario habia un entierro
Nomas pensaba y pensaba
No se explicaba el asunto
Otro trago se aventaba
Regresaba al mismo punto
Como es que habia tanto entierro
Si no habia ni un difunto
Apurando asu caballo
Con las espuelas de hierro
Iba llegando al corral
Que estaba bajando el cerro
No pudo ordeñar la vaca
Porque se mamo el becerro
Casi llegando asu rancho
Macario tomo una tajo
Abrio la puerta de atras
Se puso verde el carajo
Su compadre estaba arriba
Su mujer estaba abajo
Con el cuchillo en la mano
Sentia que le hervia la sangre
Le corto los dos al bato
Al perro le quito el hambre
Y le dijo asu mujer
Es todo tu yo el compadre
Maldiciendo asu mujer
Macario se fue pal cerro
Mentandocela al compadre
A quel que le puso el cuerno
Supo que de los amigos
El mejor siempre es el perro.....
The Calf Got Drunk
He rode on his cuacu
His dog accompanied him,
He raised the bottle
He remembered that in his confinement
He was informed that at his house
There was almost a burial almost daily
He just kept thinking and thinking
He couldn't explain the matter
He took another drink
Returned to the same point
How come there were so many burials
If there wasn't even one deceased
Urging on his horse
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 ranch
Macario took a swig
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 boiling
He cut off both of the guy's ears
Took away the dog's hunger
And told his wife
It's all yours and your 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...