Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Y Andale , by - Linda Ronstadt. Release date: 28.04.2016
Song language: Spanish
Y Andale(original) |
| Qué dirán los de tu casa |
| Cuando mi miran tomando, |
| Pensarán que por tu causa |
| Yo me vivo emborrachando, |
| Y ándale… |
| Pero si vieras |
| Como son lindas estas borracheras |
| Y ándale… |
| (Coro) |
| Pero hasta cuando |
| Dejan tus padres de andarte cuidando |
| Y ándale… |
| Cada vez que vengo a verte |
| Siempre me voy resbalando; |
| O es que tengo mala suerte |
| O es que me está lloviznando |
| Y ándale… |
| Pero si vieras |
| Seco mi chaco en mi higuera floreando |
| Y ándale… |
| (Coro) |
| Pero si cuando |
| Seco mi chaco en mi higuera floreando |
| Y ándale… |
| Me dices que soy un necio |
| Porque me ando emborrachando, |
| Y a pesar de tus deprecios, |
| Yo quiero seguir tomando, y ándale |
| Pero si vieras |
| Como son lindas estas borracheras… |
| Y ándale… |
| (Coro) |
| Pero que bellas |
| Paso las horas vaciando botellas |
| Y ándale. |
| I am a renowned teetotaler, but I love |
| this drinking song. |
| The use of the word |
| chaco is unusual (it has been defined as |
| organ meat of hunted fowl) and the exact |
| meaning of the refrain it appears in |
| probably has a double connotation. |
| I |
| have opted to sing it here with my niece, |
| Mindy, who at 17 brings a lovely innocence |
| to this tale of gleeful debauchery. |
| L.R. |
| Get On With It |
| What will they say those in your house |
| When they see me drinking, |
| Will they think that it’s on account of you |
| That I live my life drinking |
| Get on with it. |
| But if you could see |
| How pretty these binges are |
| Get on with it. |
| But until whenever |
| Your parents stop protecting you |
| Get on with it. |
| Each time that I come to see you |
| I’m always slipping; |
| Is it that I have bad luck |
| Or is it that it’s drizzling on me, |
| Get on with it. |
| But if you could see |
| Me dry my chaco in my flowering fig tree grove |
| Get on with it. |
| But if ever |
| I dry my chaco in my flowering fig tree grove, |
| Get on with it. |
| You say that I’m a fool, |
| Because i’m always getting drunk, |
| And in spite of your scorn, |
| I want to keep on drinking, |
| Get on with it. |
| But if you were to see |
| How pretty these binges are, |
| Get on with it. |
| But how beautiful |
| Are the hours I spend emptying bottles, |
| Get on with it. |
| (c)1951 Brandila Musical |
| All rights controlled |
| (translation) |
| What will those of your house say |
| When they watch me drinking, |
| They will think that because of you |
| I live getting drunk, |
| And come on... |
| but if you saw |
| How cute are these drunks |
| And come on... |
| (Chorus) |
| But until when |
| Your parents stop taking care of you |
| And come on... |
| Every time I come to see you |
| I always slip away; |
| Or is it that I have bad luck |
| Or is it drizzling on me |
| And come on... |
| but if you saw |
| I dry my chaco in my flowering fig tree |
| And come on... |
| (Chorus) |
| But if when |
| I dry my chaco in my flowering fig tree |
| And come on... |
| You tell me I'm a fool |
| Because I'm getting drunk, |
| And despite your depreciations, |
| I want to keep drinking, and come on |
| but if you saw |
| How cute are these drunks... |
| And come on... |
| (Chorus) |
| but how beautiful |
| I spend hours emptying bottles |
| And come on. |
| I am a renowned teetotaler, but I love |
| this drinking song. |
| The use of the word |
| Chaco is unusual (it has been defined as |
| organ meat of hunted fowl) and the exact |
| meaning of the refrain it appears in |
| probably has a double connotation. |
| I |
| have opted to sing it here with my niece, |
| Mindy, who at 17 brings a lovely innocence |
| to this tale of gleeful debauchery. |
| L.R. |
| Get On With It |
| What will they say those in your house |
| When they see me drinking, |
| Will they think that it's on account of you |
| That I live my life drinking |
| Get on with it. |
| But if you could see |
| How pretty these binges are |
| Get on with it. |
| But until whenever |
| Your parents stop protecting you |
| Get on with it. |
| Each time that I come to see you |
| I'm always slipping; |
| Is it that I have bad luck |
| Or is it that it's drizzling on me, |
| Get on with it. |
| But if you could see |
| I dry my chaco in my flowering fig tree grove |
| Get on with it. |
| But if ever |
| I dry my chaco in my flowering fig tree grove, |
| Get on with it. |
| You say that I'm a fool, |
| Because i'm always getting drunk, |
| And inspite of your scorn, |
| I want to keep on drinking, |
| Get on with it. |
| But if you were to see |
| How pretty these binges are, |
| Get on with it. |
| But how beautiful |
| Are the hours I spend emptying bottles, |
| Get on with it. |
| (c)1951 Brandila Musical |
| All rights controlled |