Señor Papá

My father asked me
What profession I liked
And he repeated a few
That never fit me
And so began that story
So many times repeated
That my father told me
About the profession I wanted...

My son
You want to learn to zapatelerelelelerelelelo
No, Mr. Dad!
Then you want to be a carpinterelelelererelerelelelelerelelo
No, Mr. Dad!
Would you like to learn to be a butcher
No, Mr. Dad!
Then you want to be a scoundrel
Yes, Mr. Dad!

My father got tired
Of asking my sister
Where I was going
At night and in the morning
And my sister always said
I saw him with two girls
And he ran away with tuco
As if he were in a hurry...

My son
You want to learn to zapatelerelelelerelelero
No, Mr. Dad!
Then you want to be a carpinterelelelererelerelelelerelero
No, Mr. Dad!
Would you like to learn to be a butcher
No, Mr. Dad!
Then you want to be a scoundrel
Yes, Mr. Dad!

You like the easy life, boy
You like riding in good cars
Having many girls in your hands
And two buckets of rum with control...

You like the easy life, boy
Yes, Mr. Dad!
You like riding in good cars
Yes, Mr. Dad!
Having many girls in your hands
Yes, Mr. Dad!
And 2 buckets of rum with control...

My son
You want to learn to zapatelerelelelerelelero
No, Mr. Dad!
Then you want to be a carpinterelelelererelerelelelerelero
No, Mr. Dad!
Would you like to learn to be a butcher
No, Mr. Dad!
Then you want to be a scoundrel
Yes, Mr. Dad!

My son
You want to learn to zapatelerelelelerelelero
No, Mr. Dad!
Then you want to be a carpinterelelelererelerelelelerelero
No, Mr. Dad!
Would you like to learn to be a butcher
No, Mr. Dad!
Then you want to be a scoundrel
Yes, Mr. Dad!