Lyrics of El gacho con las pintas más cantosas de mi barrio - Canteca de macao

El gacho con las pintas más cantosas de mi barrio (original)

El gachó con las pintas más cantosas de mi barrio
Se ha comprado dos mecheros y lo llaman incendriarios
Por querer comprar la empresa en la que curraba su mare
Puesto que el jefe le dijo que la echaban a la calle
Y va
Prendiendo las farolas
Le parecen antorchas
De mirada rebelá
Y vá
Cantando solo
Andando de polo a polo
Y tirando besos
A la madrugá
Y caminando tó la noche despacito y con soltera
Mira el gachó pa la calle donde encuentra la fortuna
Y es que ha visto en una esquina una gran floristería
Y quiere robar las rosas para dársela a las niñas
Y va
Cantando sus canciones
Con el pelo de caracoles
La camisa desabrochá
Y va
Repartiendo alegría y con cada patatíta
Que el gachó se marcha al dar las flore
Por bulería
Y si un día por sorpresa te lo encuentras pro la calle
No le esquives, no te apartes, no lo saltes
Que te embriague con su arte y te lleve a ninguna parte
Te lo dicen los Canteca: el arte está en la calle!
Y va
Cantando sus canciones
Con el pelo de caracoles
La camisa desabrochá
Y va
Repartiendo alegría y con cada patatíta
Que el gachó se marcha al dar las flore
Por bulería

(translation)

The gachó with the singiest pints in my neighborhood
He has bought two lighters and they call him incendiaries
For wanting to buy the company in which he worked his mother
Since the boss told her they were throwing her out on the street
and he goes
turning on the streetlights
they look like torches
rebellious look
and go
singing alone
Walking from pole to pole
and blowing kisses
at dawn
And walking all night slowly and single
Look at the crook for the street where he finds his fortune
And it is that he has seen a large flower shop on a corner
And he wants to steal the roses to give to the girls
and it goes
singing their songs
With the hair of snails
The shirt unbuttoned
and it goes
Spreading joy and with each little potato
That the gachó leaves when giving the flowers
by bulería
And if one day by surprise you find him on the street
Don't dodge him, don't move away, don't jump him
Let him intoxicate you with his art of him and take you nowhere
The Canteca tell you: art is in the street!
and it goes
singing their songs
With the hair of snails
The shirt unbuttoned
and it goes
Spreading joy and with each little potato
That the gachó leaves when giving the flowers
by bulería