El Parrandero
Es que yo no entiendo lo que pasa
Ya no me soportan ni en mi casa
Es que yo soy bueno es pa' gozar
Que nunca me voy a graduar
De ingeniería ni abogacía
(Y menos en economía)
Pero tengo máster en parranda
(¿Y eso de dónde, mi hermano?)
Lo saqué de casa en casa
En horarios extendidos
Desde el jueves al domingo
Hasta los lunes festivos (los lunes festivos)
Ay, qué culpa de ser parrandero
Ay, qué culpa de pasar tan bueno
Ay, que no me esperen en mi casa
Que me tengan un caldito de pollo
Porque si no, me vuelvo un rollo
Y me devuelvo pa' mi parranda
Bueno, bueno, un traguito, un traguito
Salud, sombra
¡Ay, qué rico país!
A las fiestas siempre llego
Con mi guitarra y mi sombrero (y un caneco)
Y a la hembrita que me encuentre
Ay, pobre, le clavo el diente
Y esa nunca se arrepiente
Le clavo el diente
Ay, qué culpa de ser parrandero
Ay, qué culpa de pasar tan bueno
Ay, que no me esperen en mi casa
Que me tengan un caldito de pollo
Porque si no, me vuelvo un rollo
Y me devuelvo pa' mi parranda
Yo nunca he negado un trago
Y hay quien dice que eso es malo
Yo no soy maleducado
No dejo a nadie iniciado
Mucho menos con un guaro
Yo no conozco el guayabo (sobre todo yo)
Porque siempre lo he empatado
Con una botella de ron y una tacita de limón
Pa′ seguir el parrandón
Le clavo el diente
Por nuestro hermano, David Durán
Siempre en el corazón, David
¡Qué parrandón, eh!
Ay, qué culpa de ser parrandero
Ay, qué culpa de pasar tan bueno
Ay, que no me esperen en mi casa
Que me tengan un caldito de pollo
Porque si no, me vuelvo un rollo
Y me devuelvo pa' mi parranda
Lai lalaila lailailé
Lai lalaila lailailé
Lai lalaila lailailailalá
¡Qué parrandón, eh!
The Partygoer
It's just that I don't understand what's going on
They can't stand me anymore, not even at home
It's just that I'm good for having fun
That I'll never graduate
In engineering or law
(And even less in economics)
But I have a master's in partying
(And where did you get that from, my brother?)
I got it from house to house
During extended hours
From Thursday to Sunday
Even on public holidays (on public holidays)
Oh, what a fault it is to be a partygoer
Oh, what a fault it is to have such a good time
Oh, don't wait for me at home
Have a chicken soup ready for me
Because if not, I'll get upset
And I'll go back to my party
Well, well, a little drink, a little drink
Cheers, shadow
Oh, what a great country!
I always arrive at parties
With my guitar and my hat (and a jug)
And to the girl I find
Oh, poor thing, I'll charm her
And she'll never regret it
I'll charm her
Oh, what a fault it is to be a partygoer
Oh, what a fault it is to have such a good time
Oh, don't wait for me at home
Have a chicken soup ready for me
Because if not, I'll get upset
And I'll go back to my party
I've never refused a drink
And some say that's bad
I'm not rude
I don't leave anyone hanging
Especially not with a shot
I don't know what a hangover is (especially me)
Because I've always matched it
With a bottle of rum and a little lemon juice
To keep the party going
I'll charm her
For our brother, David Durán
Always in our hearts, David
What a party, huh!
Oh, what a fault it is to be a partygoer
Oh, what a fault it is to have such a good time
Oh, don't wait for me at home
Have a chicken soup ready for me
Because if not, I'll get upset
And I'll go back to my party
Lai lalaila lailailé
Lai lalaila lailailé
Lai lalaila lailailailalá
What a party, huh!
Escrita por: Miguel Henao Henao