Che Bartolo
Gran viviyo de aspamento, malandrín de meta y ponga
Atájate este ponchazo que te voy a sacudir
No es que quiera deschavarte por cantar una milonga
Si no porque con tus brillos vos no me vas a engrupir
Che, bacán de rango, mishio, te diré que algo me alegra
Relojearte entre la merza que la va de tabarís
A vos te baten los giles el marqués de bocanegra
Como a mí me baten chorro, el herrero o el perdiz
Che, Bartolo
Batí si te has vuelto colo
Pa quererte disfrazar
Bocanegra
¡Hay que ver cuál es la suegra
Que a vos te pueda aguantar!
Vos de negro
Tenés solo tu prontuario
Que hay que ver cómo escondés
Che Bartolo
Como reo, yo te pido
Que dejés el apellido
De aquel noble genovés
Si el monóculo insolente te da un aire bacanejo
Y ese empilche tan debute te barniza de marqués
No la va del mismo modo el curdela de tu viejo
Que entre gente de boliche va arrastrado su vejez
Yo no sé con qué ganzúa te has abierto este agujero
Que los reos de mi rango le llamamos sociedá
Pa mí te equivocaste la de reos candomberos
Es la sociedá indicada donde podés figurar
Che, bartolo
Batí si te has vuelto colo
Pa quererte disfrazar
Bocanegra
¡Hay que ver cuál es la suegra
Que a vos te pueda aguantar!
Vos de negro
Tenés solo tu prontuario
Que hay que ver cómo escondés
Che bartolo
Como reo, yo te pido
Que dejés el apellido
De aquel noble genovés
Che Bartolo
Big shot from the slums, scoundrel of half and half
Get ready for this blow that I'm going to give you
I'm not trying to expose you for singing a folk song
But because with your shine, you won't fool me
Hey, high-class dude, poor guy, I'll tell you something that makes me happy
Watching you among the riffraff who pretend to be fancy
The fools call you the Marquis of Bocanegra
Just like they call me a thief, a blacksmith, or a partridge
Hey, Bartolo
Realize if you've turned shady
Trying to disguise yourself
Bocanegra
Let's see which mother-in-law
Can put up with you!
Dressed in black
You only have your record
Let's see how you hide it
Hey Bartolo
As a convict, I ask you
To drop the last name
Of that noble Genoese
If the insolent monocle gives you a fancy air
And that fancy outfit paints you as a Marquis
Your old man's curdela doesn't fit the same way
Among the riffraff, his old age is dragged
I don't know with what picklock you opened this hole
That us convicts call society
To me, you got it wrong, the candombe convicts
It's the right society where you can fit in
Hey, Bartolo
Realize if you've turned shady
Trying to disguise yourself
Bocanegra
Let's see which mother-in-law
Can put up with you!
Dressed in black
You only have your record
Let's see how you hide it
Hey Bartolo
As a convict, I ask you
To drop the last name
Of that noble Genoese