Fiesta - Celtas Cortos

Yo soy jesus hernandez-cifuentes

Soy bienvenido a almeria

Agua sin gas cafe con leche

Tenemos fiesta y romeria

Y la cancion de la chochona

Tenemos brandi y ron con cola

Y leonardo y su acordeon

De calamares ponme otra racion

Y vamonos todos de fiesta

Las tias quieren guerra

Dire adios y volvere a ver almeria otra vez

Hay un feriante ahi lo ves

Que paro a uno de los tres

Le susurro al oido

Matame esa muñeca cariño

Ha ganado la chochona en el bingo

Y toda la ciudad ve al loco gringo

Partirse de risa al tirar

La muñeca decapitada al mar

Y vamonos…

El veinticinco de agosto

Abrio sus ojos jaime fearnley

Para beberse cincuenta ron con cola

Y se echo a dormir la mona

Y costello el rey de la america

Y suntuosa cait o’riordan

No me toques mas los cojones

Los gritos fuera de las casas

Y vamonos…

I am Jesus Hernandez-Cifuentes

I am welcome to Almeria

Still water coffee with milk

We have party and pilgrimage

And the song of the chochona

We have brandy and rum and cola

And Leonardo and his accordion

Of squid, give me another portion

And let's all party

The aunts want war

I will say goodbye and I will see Almeria again

There is a carnival there you see

That I stop one of the three

I whisper in her ear

kill that doll baby

He has won the chochona in bingo

And the whole city sees the crazy gringo

Laugh out loud when shooting

The headless doll in the sea

And let's go...

The twenty fifth of August

Jaime Fearnley opened his eyes

To drink fifty rum and cola

And the monkey went to sleep

And costello the king of the america

And sumptuous cait o'riordan

Don't touch my balls anymore

The screams outside the houses

And let's go...