Lyrics of La Del Futbol - Porretas

La Del Futbol (original)

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»

(translation)

With my wineskin and my sandwich
Sausage, we're going to see each other
The furbol as God is commanded
With my wineskin and my sandwich
Sausage, we are all on the parrot
Who has the "mantecao"
I've had too much to drink
Or they have given me to smoke
Because I see Ruiz Mateos
Superman dress
Even if you lose the visitor
Or let the local win
The liters of wine run
And nothing has happened here
Dizzy and knackered
fuck they will shut up
Let's see if the fat man sits down
That from here I don't guipo na…
With my wineskin and my sandwich
Sausage, we're going to see each other
The furbol as God is commanded
With my wineskin and my sandwich
Sausage, we are all on the parrot
Who has the "mantecao"
the beer is empty
And the sandwich has mangao me
where the hell is
The one arm that he had
here at my side
It's been a few minutes
And they have given us one
The rock is pissed off
He throws paper out of their ass
The match is over
And they beat us by ten
With the fart that we carry
we will sing again
With my wineskin and my sandwich
Sausage, we're going to see each other
The furbol as God is commanded
With my wineskin and my sandwich
Sausage, we are all on the parrot
Who has the "mantecao"