Joan Manuel Serrat — Idiotas, Palizas Y Calientabraguetas song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Idiotas, Palizas Y Calientabraguetas" by Joan Manuel Serrat.
Lyrics
No me importa alternar con un mafioso
Si cuenta buenos chistes y es rumboso
No me mola aplastar a los insectos
A quién me brinda un hola le contesto
No tengo en un altar a la familia
Culpable de mis fobias y filias
Pero eso sí, confieso que me agota
Tener que soportar a tanto idiota
Porque los guapos no son tan sapos
Ni las misses tan necias, ni el placer tan ateo
Porque el decoro no es un harapo
Ni el amor sin especias se parece al deseo
Porque los locos no son tan tristes
Porque un buen polvo no es un trofeo
Porque los buenos no son tan grises
Ni los sabios tan serios, ni los pobres tan feos
Aunque sé que hay doctores divertidos
Pa' vacilar prefiero a los bandidos
Desarraigados de la dolce vita
Hartos de deshojar la margarita
Desperdicios, con vicios y caderas
Ayunos de principios y banderas
Pero no negaré que me horroriza
Tener que soportar tanto paliza
En cuanto a ellas, todo les perdono
Con tal de que no jodan con el mono
Me apunto a rumbear con una gorda
Si tira mis complejos por la borda
Princesas, anoréxicas, fulanas
Zulúes, japonesas, catalanas
Cualquier hembra merece un buen poeta
Menos la estrecha calientabraguetas
Lyrics translation
I don't mind alternating with a mobster.
If he tells good jokes and is blunt
I don't like to crush bugs.
Who gives me a Hello I answer
I don't have the family on an altar
Guilty of my phobias and filias
But still, I confess that it exhausts me
Having to put up with so much idiot
'Cause handsome men aren't so toads
Neither the misses so foolish, nor the pleasure so atheistic
Because decorum is not a rag
Neither love without spices is like desire
Because crazy people aren't so sad
Because a good fuck is not a trophy
'Cause the good ones aren't so gray
Not the wise so serious, not the poor so ugly
Although I know there are funny doctors
Pa ' waver I prefer the bandits
Uprooted from the dolce vita
Tired of stripping the margarita
Waste, with vices and hips
Early fasts and flags
But I won't deny that it terrifies me
Having to endure so much beating
As for them, I forgive them all
As long as they don't fuck with the monkey
I'm going to Rumbar with a fat woman.
If you throw my complexes overboard
Princesses, anorexics, whores
Zulu, Japanese, Catalan
Any female deserves a good poet
Minus the narrow warmers