Pobre Mi Patrón

Poor my boss

The devil went to the sea
To write the history of the world
But there was no water

God, had drunk it

Juan commodore
Looking for water, found oil
But died of thirst

I don't know who goes further
The mountain or the crab
Poor my boss, thinks I'm the poor one

Who knows if leaning on
Is better than slipping
Poor my boss, thinks I'm the poor one

More than gold, it's poverty
The most expensive in existence
Poor my boss, thinks I'm the poor one

Only the cheap
Is bought with money
Poor my boss, thinks I'm the poor one

What do I care about earning ten
If I can count to six
Poor my boss, thinks I'm the poor one