El Perro Sánchez

There's a dog with some really bad habits
In the neighborhood, everyone knows his name
They say a dog is man's best friend
But this dog ain't starving, that's for sure

In the town, I thought he was a guard dog
You know, like a German Shepherd
He used to bark at the crooks whenever he saw them
Now he eats breakfast and sleeps with them every day

I had him at my place, he was my protection
But when I was alone, he'd lay on the couch
He'd eat all the food except the ham
That damn dog had me feeling depressed

I figured out his intentions a while back
In some parts of Valencia, he ain't welcome
That dog ain't protecting our city from the cats
Can't you see he only growls when you touch his bowl?

We call that dog, not to say anything worse
We call him Sanchez, affectionately
The dog, the dog, Sanchez the dog
The dog, the dog, the dog
The dog, the dog, Sanchez the dog
The dog, the dog, the dog

He's a complex little flute dog
Even though they say he's a tough dog
'Cause he barked at two crooks in public, but in private
He gives them a paw while wagging his tail

They told us he had pedigree
But it turned out he was a stray
From a rebellious pup to a lap dog
He’s got it made with the businessmen and the workers

He's a pretty dog, but with bad manners
The street stops every time he goes out
He pees on schools, shits on hospitals
He only shows love to illegal immigrants

Damn the hour they took off his chain
Since he's been in the city, problems never stop
Flea-ridden dog only hangs with hyenas
While hard-working folks are left with no dinner

We call that dog, not to say anything worse
We call him Sanchez, affectionately
The dog, the dog, Sanchez the dog
The dog, the dog, the dog
The dog, the dog, Sanchez the dog
The dog, the dog, the dog

Oh, get outta here, girl
Your little kid, the street hustler, the tough crowd
Special shoutout to all those ladies with a pup
Who love him and don’t care if he misbehaves, shits in the hospital
Doesn’t pick up in the park, lets him do his thing
Trade that dog for a tiger, damn it

Sick of them barking at thieves in public
And in private, giving them a paw and wagging their tails
Don’t sell me dreams
They were better off with the collar and the muzzle
Saints to the little buttons.