Se Mamó El Becerro (part. Tony Aguirre)

Riding on his horse
His dog was by his side
He was chugging from the bottle
Remembering in his hideout
They told him back at home
That almost daily there was a burial

He just kept thinking and thinking
Couldn't figure out the deal
Another drink he downed
Back to the same old feel
How could there be so many funerals
When there wasn't a single corpse

Spurring his horse on
With his iron spurs
He was nearing the corral
Coming down the hill
Couldn't milk the cow
'Cause the calf got drunk

Almost to his ranch
Macario took a shortcut
Opened the back door
His face turned green, what a shock
His wife was upstairs
His buddy was downstairs

With a knife in hand
Felt his blood boiling
He cut the guy in two
And left the dog well-fed
And he told his wife
Your buddy's all yours now

Cursing at his wife
Macario headed to the hills
Cursing out his buddy
That guy who cheated him
He knew that among friends
The best one is always the dog