Joselito

Here comes Joselito,
With his shiny eyes
Down Peñón Street

He's had three bottles
Full of Chiclana wine
From Coca-Cola

He's in the mood
Now he just looks for a place
Where they let him sing

Pour me another drink
You know that tomorrow
I'm going to the sea

Oh, Joselito, oh!
Reinforced surveillance
At the bridge of the atmosphere
In technicolor

This was many degrees
Of tide to the south
Of Fernando Poo

The time has come
For Zarzamora and the atmosphere
Rises in the bar

In the tube, salty
The salt has left
A rumor of the high sea

Oh, Joselito, oh!

I am Joselito,
The one with the golden voice
From port to port
I leave my cuplé

I had seven girlfriends
More girlfriends than a Moor
They turned out bad
And I left all seven

Oh, Joselito, oh!

I am Joselito,
The one with the golden voice
From port to port
I leave my cuplé

I had seven girlfriends
More girlfriends than a Moor
They turned out bad
And I left all seven.