Pastelero a Tus Pasteles

(cueca)

I'm heading off to Bolivia
The bells are ringing
Whispering in my ear
Baker, to your cakes.

Since everything's in short supply
Buddy, oh man
When there's no bread
A cake will do just fine.

Buddy, oh yeah
My friend Armando
A bird in the hand is worth
More than a hundred flying.

My buddy Alejandro
Died waiting.