Lyrics of El Pollo - Espinoza Paz

El Pollo (original)

El pollo le dijo a la pollita
Que Quieria salir con ella
Y hasta hicieron una cita
El pollo le dijo a la pollita
Que a las 6 de la manana
La esperaba muy bonita
Que pollo tan impuntual
Dejo plantada a la pollita
Porque el patron lo hizo caldo
Con arroz y con papitas
Que pollo tan imputual
Que nunca llego a la cita
Y la pollita enojada
Le rayo su jefecita
El pollo ya esta en el cielo
Reclamandole a San Pedro
Pidiendo que lo devuelvan
De nuevo a su gallinero
Porque en la tierra lo espera
Una pollita bien cuero
A la que dejo plantada
Porque en caldo lo cocieron
Lo cocieron
Y del rancho para el mundo
El pollo le dijo a la pollita
Que Quieria salir con ella
Y hasta hicieron una cita
EL pollo le dejo a la pollita
Que a las seis de la manana
La esperaba muy bonita
Que pollo tan impuntual
Dejo plantada a la pollita
Porque el patron lo hizo caldo
Con arroz y con papitas
Que pollo tan Impuntual
Que nunca llego a la cita
Y la pollita enojada
Le rayo su jefecita
Y el pollo ya esta en el cielo
Reclamandole a San Pedro pidiendo que lo devuelvan
De nuevo a su galinero
Porque en la tiera lo espera una pollita bien cuero
A la que dejo plantada
Porque en caldo lo cocieron

(translation)

The chicken said to the little chick
that I wanted to go out with her
And they even made a date
The chicken said to the little chick
That at 6 in the morning
She was waiting very pretty
what an unpunctual chicken
I stand up the little chick
Because the boss made it broth
With rice and with chips
what a rude chicken
That I never make it to the appointment
And the angry little chick
Your little boss spoke to him
The chicken is already in heaven
Reclaiming San Pedro
asking for it back
Back to his chicken coop
Because on earth it waits for him
A very leathery chick
The one she stood up
Because they cooked it in broth
they cooked it
And from the ranch to the world
The chicken said to the little chick
That he wanted to go out with her
And they even made a date
THE chicken left the little chick
That at six in the morning
She was waiting very pretty
what an unpunctual chicken
I stand up the little chick
Because the boss made it broth
With rice and with chips
What an unpunctual chicken
That I never make it to the appointment
And the angry little chick
Your little boss spoke to him
And the chicken is already in heaven
Complaining to San Pedro asking to be returned
Back to his chicken coop
Because in the land a skinny little chick is waiting for him
The one I stand up
Because they cooked it in broth