El General - Pedro Infante

Ora si llegó, su mero mero

General de división;

Y ¡ay!

pos qué pasó

Pos quiubo mi alma

Y arrejúntense con yo

No, no soy rival

Por Dios Santito

Lo que quiero es vacilar

Ora que vino a visitarlos

Su aguerrido general

Y aquel que no le guste

El fuste que lo tire

Y monte a raíz

Ese coronel mi capitán

Mi sargento y mi mayor;

Firmes que ¡ay, voy yo!

Pasen revista, luego luego

Al escuadrón

Músicos de a rial

La Valentina

Quiero oírla, pero ya

«Ora que vino a visitarnos

Su aguerrido general:

Y aquel que no le guste el fuste

Que lo tire y monte a raíz

Ora si llegó, su mero mero

General de división;

Y ¡ay!

pos qué pasó

Pos quiubo mi alma

Y arrejúntense con yo

No, no soy rival

Por Dios Santito

Lo que quiero es vacilar

«ora» que vino a visitarlos

Su aguerrido general

Y aquel que no le guste

El fuste que lo tire

Y monte a raíz

Pray if he arrived, his mere mere

Major General;

And alas!

after what happened

Pos quiubo my soul

and settle down with me

No, I'm not a rival

For God's sake

What I want is to hesitate

Pray that he came to visit them

Your battle-hardened general

And the one who doesn't like it

The shaft that throws it

And mount to root

That colonel my captain

My sergeant and my major;

Firm that oh, I'm going!

Review, then later

to the squad

Musicians of Arial

The Valentine

I want to hear it, but

"Pray he came to visit us

His battle-hardened general of him:

And the one who doesn't like the shaft

Let him throw it away and mount it to the root

Pray if he came, his mere mere

Major General;

And alas!

after what happened

Pos quiubo my soul

and settle down with me

No, I'm not a rival

For God's sake

What I want is to hesitate

"ora" who came to visit them

Your battle-hardened general

And the one who doesn't like it

The shaft that throws it

And mount to root