El Pesudo

I got
Dollars
To throw
Down
I got
Dollars
To throw
Up
Even though
I dress
In a blanket
And sandals
You
Won't finish
My dollars
In tortillas
They call me
Lazy
Because
I walk
Everywhere
Because
In the streets
They see me
From side
to side
Why
Work
If I don't
Need it
I got
Mules
That pull
The plow

Why
Do I show off
In a suit
And tie
Like the ones
From
The new wave
They walk around
All dolled up
Combed
And ironed
But in
Their pockets
They don't have
Enough for a soda
I have
Few friends
In the world
I always
Cut off
The interested
Friend
If they pull
I pull
If not
We stop
It's better
Alone
Than in bad
Company