Desde Mi Moto
Jaime López
From My Motorcycle
In that corner the jukebox is no longer there
On the bar no one is making waves now
Only the spider dances alone
With its legs of good ol' rock 'n' roll
My buddy Lorenzo's tenor saxophone
Got choked up, age caught up with him
Only a ghost hangs on the coat rack
His black leather jacket and that
From my motorcycle
I raise my cold beer
For my old gang, cheers and goodbye
May the band that's coming have a better time
Spoken: The old times
Will be the new times
The new times
Will be the old times
Please don't serve me to time
My Victoria beer, buddy
From my motorcycle
I raise my cold beer
For my old gang, cheers and goodbye
May the band that's coming have a better time
In that corner the jukebox is no longer there
On the bar no one is making waves now
Only the spider dances alone
With its legs of good ol' rock 'n' roll
