Madera de colleja - Celtas Cortos

¡¡Vamos huevón, que te comen la merienda!

Hay un tío en esta ciudad

Que no sabe que viento le da

En el mundo está por estar

Y no piensa ni quiere opinar

Es el típico sosazo

Al que da pena mirar

No es que es tímido

Es que es bobo

Y todo miedo le da

Si le comen la merienda

No se atreve a protestar

Es tan dócil y tan bueno

Que solo va con mamá

Espabila ya, no seas vegetal

Esta vida es para guarrachar

En tu mano esta y con los demás

Te comes el mundo para merendar!

Hay un tio en esta ciudad

Que no sabe que viento le da

En el mundo está por estar

Y no piensa ni quiere opinar

Cuando estás con otra gente

De ti nunca sale nada

Eres tan seto y mas muermo

Que una encíclica del Papa

A collejas bien te han puesto

Con esa cara pasmao

Si no espabilas un poco

Mas collejas te caerán

Espabila ya, no seas vegetal

Esta vida es para guarrachar

En tu mano esta y con los demás

Te comes el mundo para merendar!

Hay un tio en esta ciudad

Que no sabe que viento le da

En el mundo está por estar

Y no piensa ni quiere opina

Si en la noche va con chicas padece del corazón

Porque piensa que es delito disfrutar en un tú y yo

Es madera de colleja, es la carne de cañón

Que desperdicia su vida encerrao en su habitación

Come on dude, they'll eat your snack!

There's a guy in this town

That he does not know what wind gives him

in the world is about to be

And he does not think or want to comment

It is the typical sosazo

Who is painful to look at

It's not that he's shy

is that he is stupid

And all fear gives him

If they eat the snack

He dare not protest

He is so docile and so good

That he only goes with mom

Wake up now, don't be a vegetable

This life is for dirty

It is in your hand and with the others

You eat the world for a snack!

There's a guy in this town

That he does not know what wind gives him

in the world is about to be

And he does not think or want to comment

when you're with other people

Nothing ever comes out of you

You are so hedge and more glander

That an encyclical of the Pope

They have put you on collejas well

with that stunned face

If you don't shake it up a bit

More collejas will fall

Wake up now, don't be a vegetable

This life is for dirty

It is in your hand and with the others

You eat the world for a snack!

There's a guy in this town

That he does not know what wind gives him

in the world is about to be

And he doesn't think or want to think

If at night he goes with girls he suffers from the heart

Because he thinks it's a crime to enjoy a you and me

It is the wood of the colleja, it is the meat of the cannon

who wastes his life on him locked in his room