Sucio Can

I woke up this morning and headed to the sea
Washed my face with the foam and the salt
The workout of that morning vice
And then climbed up, to look at the sea
The horizon is just a matter of crossing
And that palm tree won't lend me a hand while I sail
Oh! If I cut it down and it doesn't float
I’ll be left without shade, without a coconut for Christmas
No dog bath, no hook for the hammock
Oh no no no, no no no dude, none of that will save you
And on top of that, this damn dog, wagging its tail
And nothing, nothing wants to give
And loves to mess up the best spot
Oh! If you had the guts and forced me to run away

Sweet, sweet flies, blue, green, red
The ones I gave to you
Black and yellow, fried in an omelet
The ones you taught me to eat
Just when that fishing boat passed by our spot
When you had me tied up like a kneeling dog
You stood on your tiptoes and when you left I heard you
No, no, not that dog, not that dog
It's a dirty dog, that dog is not

Dirty dog, dirty, dirty dog
Tied up and on my knees, tied up and on my knees
Tied up and on my knees