El Gitano de Aranjuez
Manuel Ruiz Queco
The Gypsy from Aranjuez
In the morning dew I met
A gypsy from Aranjuez
Who snorted Sierra Nevada up his nose
Leather jacket, a party animal
From his hands, a boombox
80 watts of shrimp in the morning
Listen, cousin
I've been awake for 3 days
And my belly is full of cobwebs
Listen, cousin
Tell me what you got there
My pocket is a pound of dried tuna
And I gave him, I gave him, I gave him
Everything he had
When I saw him, when I saw him, when I saw him
Oh, how he sang
In the morning dew I met
A gypsy from Aranjuez
Who chugged Jerez in one gulp
He sat on a rock, with a bar and salami
The springs of Albacete rang out to cut it
Listen, cousin
I've been awake for 3 days
And my belly is full of cobwebs
Listen, cousin
Tell me what you got there
My pocket
Is a pound of dried tuna
And I gave him, I gave him, I gave him
Everything he had
When I saw him, when I saw him, when I saw him
Oh, how he sang
In the morning dew I met
A gypsy from Aranjuez
Who snorted Sierra Nevada up his nose
Leather jacket, a party animal
From his hands, a boombox
80 watts of shrimp in the morning
In the morning dew I met
A gypsy from Aranjuez
Who chugged Jerez in one gulp
He sat on a rock, with a bar and salami
The springs of Albacete rang out to cut it
