De Pata Negra - Melody

Hay que ver la primera vez

Que yo fui a Madrid

Que yo fui a Madrid

Y me entro ganas de comer

Y a comer me fui

Y a comer me fui

Con mi padre en un bar yo entré

Y la carta ni miré

Y pedimos dos huevos fritos

Con papas fritas

Y moje sopita en el huevo frito

Y me puse llena de amarillito

De la llemita del huevo frito

Y la gente nos miraba

Y la gente nos miraba

Que la gente nos miraba

Y decian muy bajito;

Esta gente son de pueblo

Esta gente son de pueblo

Que esta gente son de pueblo

Y mi padre se enfadó

Y con gracia contestó

De pata negra, de pata negra

Nosotros somos de pata negra

De pata negra, de pata negra

Nosotros somos de pata negra

Hay que ver la primera vez

Que yo fui a Madrid

Que yo fuí a Madrid

Y nos fuimos al corte ingles

Y alli me perdi

Y alli me perdi

Como somos tan despistaos

Cada uno tiró para un lao

Y mi padre en la primera

Yo en la segunda y en la tercera

Se escucho desde la escalera

«Melody» «papa""Melody""papa»

Y la gente nos miraba

Y la gente nos miraba

Que la gente nos miraba

Y decian muy bajito

Esta gente son de pueblo

Esta gente son de pueblo

Que esta gente son de pueblo

Y mi padre se enfadó

Y con gracia contesto

De pata negra, de pata negra

Nosotros somos de pata negra

De pata negra, de pata negra

Nosotros somos de pata negra (x2)

must see the first time

That I went to Madrid

That I went to Madrid

And I feel like eating

And I went to eat

And I went to eat

With my father in a bar I entered

And I didn't even look at the letter

And we ordered two fried eggs

With fries

And dip soup in the fried egg

And I got full of little yellow

From the fried egg

And people looked at us

And people looked at us

That people looked at us

And they said very softly;

These people are from the village

These people are from the village

That these people are from the town

And my father got angry

And gracefully he answered

Black-legged, black-legged

We are black legged

Black-legged, black-legged

We are black legged

must see the first time

That I went to Madrid

That I went to Madrid

And we went to the English court

And there I got lost

And there I got lost

How are we so clueless

Each shot for a lao

And my father in the first

I in the second and in the third

It was heard from the stairs

«Melody» «papa""Melody""papa»

And people looked at us

And people looked at us

That people looked at us

And they said very softly

These people are from the village

These people are from the village

That these people are from the town

And my father got angry

And with grace I answer

Black-legged, black-legged

We are black legged

Black-legged, black-legged

We are from black leg (x2)