El Gabán Trabalenguas

Ah tananay

Folks, I got a coat
From my plains, great for chatting
Spells out, hums tongue twisters
On the harp, it plays a good tune
If you wanna meet it, buddy
Oh yeah, I'm gonna introduce it to you
My singing coat, party-loving
A real ladies' man, no doubt

My coat was born in my area
Close to a creek
I picked up my little coat
As it started to walk
From the fronds of a palm
I took it to my mom
My mom raised it on
Nothing but boiled cassava
Cornmeal porridge
And toasted corn flour

The old lady grabs it, hugs it, and kisses it
My coat's got popularity
And wakes up drinking with all the drunks
Beer and sugarcane juice, back and forth
When he sees a girl from the neighborhood passing by
He calls her out and starts to whistle
He grabs her legs with lots of affection
Makes faces and starts to jump
Jumps on one leg, taratacatacatacata
Looks at the chubby little cutie, loves her way of talking
Composes and sings llanera music
Creole tunes that make you wanna cry
If he sees a blonde, rich girl, and hot
He loves to kiss her on her rosy lips
When he sees a black girl, he spreads his wings
Lays her on the bed and starts to play

Let me tell you a phrase
That my dad taught me
Japa japa jupa jupa
Aylalai tralailailai tralalay
Tananaytananananaytananananananay

Ah tananay

Folks, the coat is back
From my plains, great for chatting
Spells out, hums my little creole
As a legacy from his dad and mom
Tralalaitralalai tralalalalalalai
Thanks to his dad and mom
I wouldn't want to tell
The story of my coat
Every time I remember it
Makes me wanna cry
His first recording
Just four songs
A hangover of twenty months
Left his fame behind
Then the coat became president
Had a lot to share
Thanks to the vendors
And all of humanity
Now comes another coat
With a lot of seriousness
It's the tongue twister coat
Listen to it well, it sounds good
He dresses in white
When he goes out to party
And all the girls
Start to shout for him

The old lady grabs it, hugs it, and kisses it
My coat's got popularity
And wakes up drinking with all the drunks
Beer and sugarcane juice, back and forth
When he sees a girl from the neighborhood passing by
He calls her out and starts to whistle
He grabs her legs with lots of affection
Makes faces and starts to jump
Jumps on one leg, taratacatacatacata
Looks at the chubby little cutie, loves her way of talking
Composes and sings llanera music
Creole tunes that make you wanna cry
If he sees a blonde, rich girl, and hot
He loves to kiss her on her rosy lips
When he sees a black girl, he spreads his wings
Lays her on the bed and starts to play

My coat says goodbye
In a humming way
Tarara tarararara tananatanaynayna
Tananaytananananaytananananananay
Tananaytananananaytananatanananay