Bobo (part. Luis Segura)

The father of bachata

You painted it so beautifully
So many times you said it
You shouted it so loud
That in the end I believed all your lies

For you I've closed all the bars
For you I piss on every corner
For you I've fucked your friends
Thinking you would come, I went out to fight over nonsense

I've been a fool, hey
I've been a fool (I've been a fool)
I've been a fool (fool, oh, I've been a fool)
I've been a fool (hey, hey)

But now I have a new love
I've fallen in love with her accent
That sounds like a song
Her chair is a guajira (hey)

She destroys the avenue (come on)
Her diva-like ways
Have pierced into my heart (one, two, two, and I)

I've been a fool
I've been a fool (completely a fool)
And I've been a fool (yes)
I've been a fool

The father of bachata (uh, uh, and move it)
The father of bachata (uh)

There are still sleepless nights
There are still weariness and sorrows
I still hold hope
That my sentence will end
I'm still a fool (how?)

Master
Luis Segura
The Legend
C. Tangana, don't tie yourself down
I'm still a—
Start your little girl
Four roads
The Dominican
Here and in Valencia (let's go, let's go, let's go)
Oh, God
Hand up-up-up-up—
Hand up-up-up-up—
The Madrilenian, damn
The father of bachata