La Mala Reputación - Paco Ibanez

En mi pueblo sin pretensión

Tengo mala reputación,

Haga lo que haga es igual

Todo lo consideran mal,

Yo no pienso pues hacer ningún daño

Queriendo vivir fuera del rebaño;

No, a la gente no gusta que

Uno tenga su propia fe No, a la gente no gusta que

Uno tenga su propia fe Todos todos me miran mal

Salvo los ciegos es natural.

Cuando la fiesta nacional

Yo me quedo en la cama igual,

Que la música militar

Nunca me supo levantar.

En el mundo pues no hay mayor pecado

Que el de no seguir al abanderado

No, a la gente no gusta que

Uno tenga su propia fe No, a la gente no gusta que

Uno tenga su propia fe Todos me muestran con el dedo

Salvo los mancos, quiero y no puedo.

Si en la calle corre un ladrón

Y a la zaga va un ricachón

Zancadilla pongo al señor

Y aplastado el perseguidor

Eso sí que sí que será una lata

Siempre tengo yo que meter la pata

No, a la gente no gusta que

Uno tenga su propia fe No, a la gente no gusta que

Uno tenga su propia fe Todos tras de mí a correr

Salvo los cojos, es de creer.

No hace falta saber latín

Yo ya se cual será mi fin,

En el pueblo se empieza a oir,

Muerte, muerte al villano vil,

Yo no pienso pues armar ningún lío

Con que no va a Roma el camino mío,

No a la gente no gusta que

Uno tenga su propia fe No a la gente no gusta que

Uno tenga su propia fe Todos todos me miran mal,

Salvo los ciegos, es natural.

In my town without pretense

I have a bad reputation

Whatever you do is the same

They consider everything bad,

So I don't think to do any harm

Wanting to live outside the herd;

No, people don't like that

One has one's own faith No, people don't like that

One have their own faith Everyone everyone looks at me badly

Except the blind is natural.

When the national holiday

I stay in bed anyway,

that military music

He never knew how to get me up.

In the world there is no greater sin

Than the one to not follow the flag bearer

No, people don't like that

One has one's own faith No, people don't like that

One have their own faith Everyone points the finger at me

Except for the one-armed, I want to and I can't.

If a thief runs in the street

And behind is a rich man

tripping I put the lord

And crushed the pursuer

That yes yes that will be a can

I always have to screw up

No, people don't like that

One has one's own faith No, people don't like that

One have their own faith All behind me to run

Except for the lame, it is to be believed.

You don't need to know Latin

I already know what my end will be,

In the town you begin to hear,

Death, death to the vile villain,

I therefore do not plan to make any mess

So my way doesn't go to Rome,

No people don't like that

You have your own faith No people don't like that

One has his own faith Everyone everyone looks at me badly,

Except for the blind, it is natural.