Porretas — La Del Futbol song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Del Futbol" by Porretas.
Lyrics
Con mi bota de vino y mi bocata
Salchichón, nos vamos a ver
El furbol como Dios está mandao
Con mi bota de vino y mi bocata
Salchichón, estamos todos al loro
De quien tiene el «mantecao»
He bebido demasiado
O me han dado de fumar
Porque veo a Ruiz Mateos
Vestido de Superman
Aunque pierda el visitante
O que gane el local
Los litros de vino corren
Y aqui no ha pasado na
Mareado y hecho polvo
Cojones se callarán
A ver si se sienta el gordo
Que de aquí no guipo na…
Con mi bota de vino y mi bocata
Salchichón, nos vamos a ver
El furbol como Dios está mandao
Con mi bota de vino y mi bocata
Salchichón, estamos todos al loro
De quien tiene el «mantecao»
La cerveza está vacía
Y el bocata me han mangao
Donde coño está
El manco que tenía
Aquí a mi lao
Han pasado unos minutos
Y nos han metido uno
La peña está mosqueada
Les tira papel del culo
El partido ha terminado
Y nos han ganao por diez
Con el pedo que llevamos
Cantaremos otra vez
Con mi bota de vino y mi bocata
Salchichón, nos vamos a ver
El furbol como Dios está mandao
Con mi bota de vino y mi bocata
Salchichón, estamos todos al loro
De quien tiene el «mantecao»
Lyrics translation
With my wine boot and my snack
Sausage, let's see you
The cunning as God is mandao
With my wine boot and my snack
Sausage, we're all at the parrot
Who has the " butter»
I've had too much to drink
Or have I been given to smoke
Because I see Ruiz Mateos
Superman dress
Even if you miss the visitor
Or the local wins
The liters of wine run
And here has not happened na
Dizzy and dusty
Balls will shut up
Let's see if he feels fat
That from here not guipo na…
With my wine boot and my snack
Sausage, let's see you
The cunning as God is mandao
With my wine boot and my snack
Sausage, we're all at the parrot
Who has the " butter»
The beer is empty
And the snack I have mangao
Where the fuck is he?
The manchurch he had
Here to my lao
It's been a few minutes.
And we got one.
The Rock is mottled
She pulls paper out of their asses
The match is over
And they beat us by ten
With the fart we carry
We'll sing again
With my wine boot and my snack
Sausage, let's see you
The cunning as God is mandao
With my wine boot and my snack
Sausage, we're all at the parrot
Who has the " butter»