El Bailongo En Lo Del Rengo

When the commotion started at Rengo's place
The high society people danced to the melody
They handed me the card
A half-blind Chinese
With the slippery name

And Rengo danced kind of trotting
Dressed in a tuxedo and espadrilles with a mustache
Around that time, around two in the morning
Amidst the commotion, the commissioner arrived
And grabbing Rengo by the tuxedo
Grabbing him by the neck, he said: Come here

Where is the permit to dance?
If I said I wouldn't give it to you
And you, up to no good, started playing
Come here, don't shoot
Let's see if you, sergeant, the regulations
Show him

And the commotion started at Rengo's place, my friend!

And the sergeant, who was kind of clumsy
With a terrible machete blow, cut his neck
And right away they carried him to the side
And he was all cooked, ready for the wake

After a while, the woman came out in slippers
Tying her hair in a ponytail, to bury him
And then, she yelled at Pestaña
To bring the booze, let's celebrate

That's how the faithful Rengo left
And his wife who loved him dearly
With Macedo, the troubadour, the next day they ran away
That's how that cruel night went
And me, wanting to dance cumbia
I got a beating and the party ended so badly