La triste historia de Jimmy "Tiro en el pie" - Mägo De Oz

Mil historias oí de contar

Algunas de alucinar

Ninguna de ellas se acerca

A la que hoy os voy a contar

Jimmy era su nombre

Su afición era cazar

Mas nada había en el mundo entero

Que se le diera tan mal

Jimmy caminaba por el bosque sin pensar

Que sus pasos resonaban como bomba al explotar

Se oculto tras de un árbol para tarde comprobar

Que un oso estaba detrás

Con la lengua fuera pobre Jimmy se escapo

Descendió por la ladera que un azteca divisó

Cuando era tarde para echar el freno tropezó

Colina abajo cayó

Vueltas y golpes y giros después

Varias serpientes rodaban con él

Alguien más torpe no pudo nacer

Cada cosa que intenta le sale al revés

Cuenta y comparte allá donde estés

La triste historia del pobre Jimmy «tiro en el pie»

Una gran idea tuvo Jimmy al comprender

Que cazar resultaba peligroso para él

Se marcho hacia el lago donde el pobre imaginó

Que pescar se le daría mejor

Se acerco a la orilla y con la caña se sentó

El cañón del rifle sobre el pie derecho apoyó

Un enorme cocodrilo paseaba por allí

Lo vio muy tarde venir

Muerto de miedo intentó disparar

Y de los nervios se dio en el pulgar

Alguien mas torpe no pudo nacer

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La triste historia del pobre Jimmy «tiro en el pie»

Con el pie derecho ensangrentado decidió

Dolorido y humillado como carne de cañón

Que la cosa aun podía ir mucho peor

Y al bar del pueblo marcho

Ya le conocían los borrachos del lugar

Por su mala puntería cuando iba a vomitar

Cada noche escogía un lugar aún peor

Que el de la noche anterior

La viuda de O’Brian quería tener

Jolgorio con cualquiera menos con él

Alguien más torpe no pudo nacer

Cada cosa que intenta le sale al revés

Cuenta y comparte allá donde estés

La triste historia del pobre Jimmy «tiro en el pie»

Terco y tenaz, sin parar de beber

Te repite su historia hasta el amanecer

Si crees que este cuento es un poco ñoño

Espera a oír la historia de Mery «tiro en el…»

A thousand stories I heard to tell

some to hallucinate

None of them come close

To which I am going to tell you today

Jimmy was his name

His hobby was hunting

But there was nothing in the whole world

that he was so bad

Jimmy walked through the woods without thinking

That his steps resounded like a bomb when it exploded

He hid behind a tree to later check

That a bear was behind

With his tongue out poor Jimmy ran away

He went down the slope that an Aztec spotted

When it was too late to put on the brakes he tripped

down hill fell

Twists and turns and twists after

Several snakes rolled with him

Someone more clumsy could not be born

Every thing he tries backfires

Count and share wherever you are

The sad story of poor Jimmy "shot in the foot"

A great idea Jimmy had when he understood

That hunting was dangerous for him

He went to the lake where the poor imagined

Which fish would you be better at

He approached the shore and sat down with the cane

The barrel of the rifle on the right foot rested

A huge crocodile walked by

He saw it too late to come

Scared to death he tried to shoot

And of his nerves he hit his thumb

Someone more clumsy could not be born

Every thing he tries backfires

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The sad story of poor Jimmy "shot in the foot"

With his right foot bloodied he decided

Sore and humiliated like cannon fodder

That things could still go much worse

And I go to the town bar

The local drunks already knew him

For his bad aim of him when he was going to vomit

Every night he chose an even worse place

Than the one from the night before

O'Brian's widow wanted to have

Fun with anyone but him

Someone more clumsy could not be born

Every thing he tries backfires

Count and share wherever you are

The sad story of poor Jimmy "shot in the foot"

Stubborn and tenacious, without stopping drinking

He repeats his story of him until dawn

If you think this story is a bit sappy

Wait till you hear Mery's "shot in the..." story