Mi Rumbita Pa Tus Pies - Melendi

Siete vidas tiene un gato

Como una y cuento cien

Y como de hablar no canso

Voy y te como a ti tambien

Ya ha acabado el Gran Hermano

Abre un buen champan Frances

Lo mejor de tol programa

Fue la novia de un tal Ness

Y ayer vi al sol, to quemao en la oficina del Inem

Llorando por, que alumbra mas tu mirada que su piel

Ya no hay rock americano, ya no suena el pop Ingles

Y lo que peta en la radio, mi rumbita pa tus pies.

Ya nadie roba diarios, ya no hay nada que esconder

La navidad la ha inventado el corte ingles

Quien hace un cesto hace un ciento

Dijo un dia un carcamal

Y por culpa de estos versos

Alguien no para de currar

Jugabamos de pequeños

a imitar Verano Azul

Yo me pedio siempre a Pancho

¿A quien te pedias tu?

Y ayer vi al sol, to quemao en la oficina del inem

Llorando por, que alumbra mas tu mirada que su piel

Ya no hay rock americano…

Seven lives have a cat

Like one and I count a hundred

And how I never get tired of talking

I go and eat you too

Big Brother is over

Open a nice French champagne

The best of the program

She was the girlfriend of a certain Ness

And yesterday I saw the sun, all burned in the Inem office

Crying for, that illuminates your gaze more than his skin

There is no longer American rock, English pop no longer sounds

And what's on the radio, my rumbita for your feet.

No one steals newspapers anymore, there is nothing to hide anymore

Christmas was invented by the English court

Who makes a basket makes a hundred

Said one day a wretch

And because of these verses

Someone does not stop working

We used to play when we were little

to imitate Summer Blue

I always ask Pancho

Who did you ask yourself?

And yesterday I saw the sun, all burned in the office of the inem

Crying for, that illuminates your gaze more than his skin

There is no American rock anymore...