El Ultimo Billete

It's the last ticket
That I take out of my wallet
Things are getting good
I'm going to grab the checkbook
The girls have arrived
To start the craziness

Come on, buddy Fidel
Don't say you can't handle it
If you back down
You won't be from Sinaloa
We already have the fame
For the parrot and the girls

Now that we're in the mood
Let them play only corridos
Let them sing lines a meter long
For all my friends
So the girls go crazy
And the goat horns sound

Listen, buddy Fidel
I present you a friend
She's from pure Zacatecas
From the promised land
She likes Sinaloans
It's up to you to decide

There's no doubt, buddy
That you like the holy land
I'll order some drinks now
To wet my throat
Because with all the dust
I almost choked

Don't worry, my paisas
Ask for drinks until dawn
Bring my friend Mari
And Juana to the party
Keep smoking weed
No one here gets upset