El Portugués

A Portuguese man was amazed
To see that in his tender infancy
All the children in France
Knew how to speak French
"Diabolical art it is"
He said, twisting his mustache
"For a Gypsy in Portugal
To speak it poorly when old
And here the child speaks it"
And the Portuguese man
Seeing that in his tender infancy
All the children in France
Knew how to speak French
Badajoz, the Plaza Alta
Three cats and a covered walkway
Smells like pot coffee
And the border of Portugal
And the Portuguese man...
As a child, the old folks say
He had a voice like crystal
Sorrow and moonshine
Made it shatter
But no matter where he lives
The crystal shattered
Ramón will keep singing
What he was born to sing
And the Portuguese man...