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Pepe Botika is an honest trafficker
Having drinks I find him every day
He tells me stories of the years of him in jail
Sometimes there was luck and if I had pasta I would come out
(Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
What a shame!
(Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
Lordship
(Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
How much
(Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
Your amnesty?
They placed him red-handed
When he came from the field to pick figs
They haven't seen him at home yet
They have him preventive in a punishment cell
(Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
Where are they
(Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
My friends!?
(Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
locked up
(Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
Without reason
Carabanchel, The Model, Herrera de la Mancha
Caceres II. Alcala Meco, Puerto de Santa Maria
Carabanchel, The Model, Herrera de la Mancha
Caceres II. Alcala Meco, Puerto de Santa Maria
Smuggling was his brightest trade
And the borders are skipped every day
I have colleagues in almost every prison
He was from Plasencia, it seems to me that he said
(Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
What a shame!
(Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
Lordship
(Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
How much
(Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
Your amnesty?
One day they made a search of the underground
And they seized 20 kilos of chorizo
Hashish, horse and cocaine for what I buy
Well, God already said it: Man does not live by bread alone.
(Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
Where are they
(Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
My friends!?
(Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
locked up
(Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
Without reason
Carabanchel, The Model, Herrera de la Mancha
Caceres II. Alcala Meco, Puerto de Santa Maria
Carabanchel, The Model, Herrera de la Mancha
Caceres II. Alcala Meco, Puerto de Santa Maria
Holy Mary, Holy Mary, Holy Mary
(Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
Where are they
(Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
My friends!?
(Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
locked up
(Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
Without reason
A clearing opened up in the clouds
We have seen the sun again
Like two common prisoners
On the roof of a prison
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