Bronco — El Pedidor song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Pedidor" by Bronco.
Lyrics
Buenas noches don Ambrosio agradezca la visita
Le vengo a pedir la mano de su nieta Teresita
El sobrino de don Poncho me mando de pedidor
De sus malas intenciones soy humilde portador
¿Y usted que dice don Bocho?
¿Que le parece el muchacho?
Es joven tiene dieciocho
Pero de andar de borracho
No es que lo este difamando
Nomas le digo lo cierto
Y aunque presume de rico
No tiene ni onde caer muerto
En confianza se lo digo porque debe usted saber
Que lo dejan las mujeres por no darles de comer
Es amigo de lo ajeno y jamas trabajara
Ese quiere a Teresita allá usted si se la da
¿Y usted que dice don Bocho?
¿Que le parece el muchacho?
Es joven tiene dieciocho
Pero de andar de borracho
No es que lo este difamando
Nomas le digo lo cierto
Y aunque presume de rico
No tiene ni onde caer muerto
¿Y usted que dice don Bocho?
¿Que le parece el muchacho?
Es joven tiene dieciocho
Pero de andar de borracho
No es que lo este difamando
Nomas le digo lo cierto
Y aunque presume de rico
No tiene ni onde caer muerto
Lyrics translation
Good night don Ambrosio thank you for visiting
I come to ask for the hand of your granddaughter Theresa
Don Poncho's nephew sent me as a peddler
From your evil intentions I am humble bearer
What do you say don Bocho?
What do you think of the boy?
He's young. he's eighteen.
But from being drunk
It's not like I'm slandering him.
I'm just telling you the truth.
And though he prides himself on being rich
There's no where to fall dead.
In confidence I tell you because you must know
That women leave him for not feeding them
He's friends with other people, and he'll never work.
He wants Teresita there if you give it to him.
What do you say don Bocho?
What do you think of the boy?
He's young. he's eighteen.
But from being drunk
It's not like I'm slandering him.
I'm just telling you the truth.
And though he prides himself on being rich
There's no where to fall dead.
What do you say don Bocho?
What do you think of the boy?
He's young. he's eighteen.
But from being drunk
It's not like I'm slandering him.
I'm just telling you the truth.
And though he prides himself on being rich
There's no where to fall dead.