Antonio Flores — Juan el Golosina song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Juan el Golosina" by Antonio Flores.
Lyrics
Esta es la historia de Juan el Golosina
Que de pequeño le gustaba la cocina
Le regalaban tanques y soldados
Y él prefería hacerse mil peinados
En el colegio le llamaban el gallina
Le comparaban con jarrones de la China
Oía un petardo, creía que era una bomba
Y dando un grito, saltaba a la comba
A su padre le tenía muy quemado
No le gustaba que fuera amanerado
Su cinturón le sacaba los colores
Cuando Juanito imitaba a Lola Flores
Juan el Golosina
Camina por la vida trabaja en cabaret
Es un hombre libre y la gente ya le quiere
Tal y como es (BIS)
Se hizo mayor, a la mili se fue el pobre
Era feliz él solo con tanto hombre
Se hizo turuta pa tocar una trompeta
Hacía la guardia con su flor y su peineta
Vino a Madrid persiguiendo a sus artistas
A su padre por fin le perdió de vista
Y por la tarde ya se había echo la toga
Pa por la noche trabajar en Pasapoga
Y vino el cambio y la derrota del fascista
Y por fin consiguió ser un artista
Y con Tejero cayó en un profundo coma
Y despertó inflado por la silicona
Juan el Golosina
Camina por la vida trabaja en cabaret
Es un hombre libre y la gente ya le quiere
Tal y como es (BIS)
Lyrics translation
This Is The Story of Juan El Golosina
That when he was little he liked cooking
They gave him tanks and soldiers
And he preferred to get a thousand hairstyles
At school they called him the hen
They compared it to vases from China
I heard a firecracker. I thought it was a bomb.
And giving a shout, he jumped to the curb
His father was badly burned.
He didn't like it being blown up.
His belt made him color.
When Juanito imitated Lola Flores
Juan El Golosina
Walk through life work in cabaret
He's a free man and people already love him.
As it is (BIS)
He grew older, the poor man went to the militia
He was happy alone with so much man
He made turuta play a trumpet
He kept watch with his flower and his comb
He came to Madrid chasing his artists
His father finally lost sight of him.
And in the afternoon he had already put on his robe
Pa at night work on passport
And came the change and the defeat of the fascist
And he finally got to be an artist
And with Tejero fell into a deep coma
And woke up inflated by silicone
Juan El Golosina
Walk through life work in cabaret
He's a free man and people already love him.
As it is (BIS)