El Toque del Maestro - Heritage Singers

Le digo, mi amigo Que usted es muy buen gallo, yo nunca le fallo Andamos al tiro, pa' adelante sigo Le paso este gallo, pruébeselo mijo' Por la finiquera somos los macizos Le agradezco, socio Que en este negocio no faltan traidores Las ratas son peores por lo peligroso Tenemos buen gozo pa' los tiempos malos Ayuda un buen trago, tomar un reposo El bien navegamos Vamos ruleteando por el 101 Y el 51, así es la rutina De abajo pa' arriba las vueltas hacemos Que el trabajo siga, caliente está el clima Super 38 Para los cuidados buchanan's 18 Pa' los teporochos, pa' el que quiera plomo Sabemos bien cómo y para el trabajo Nos quedamos fajos, le entramos a todo Listos los paquetes Van con los morenos de purita verde Nos mandan billetes, aquí andamos firmes La lana nos sirve pa' darnos los lujos Ya llegó el encargo, ahí para que le afirmes Como le decía Aquí terminando el toque de María Vivimos al día, no hay que dar papaya No sirven las fallas, el Ocho a la orden Ando con el joven pa' los que le estorben

Won't you smile, you look so shocked Put the name tag on your smock We've come to see you, Eddie Walker We may pack a little tight, the girl up front says, it's alright And look there's more of us still getting off the bus We wish you'd come back home with us Eddie Walker, this is your life This ones you when you were small And you're learnin' how to walk They'd pick you up and you keep falling down There you are with Aunt Louise, you're bouncing on her knees Remember all those trees behind the garden They're gone, oh, they all got cut down when she died Eddie Walker, this is your life, you never had a son or a wife You sure had a hell of a time, oh, Eddie Walker, this is your life This one's you and Mary Jo Well, she couldn't come, she says, hello No, Eddie Walker and she doesn't hate your guts It's just the whole thing's shook her up How they picked you up and you kept falling down Eddie Walker, this is your life, no, Eddie Walker, this is your life You never had a coat or a tie, you never had a reason to cry An' this whole stack and all of these Are just a mist or overseas We're gonna leave you, Eddie Walker