Pachuco (part. Roco Pachukote)

(Music from the heart)
(Crossing borders)
(Brothers and sisters)
(Here comes your pachuco)

I don’t know how you dare
To dress like that
And go out like this
In my day, everything was classy
No long-haired freaks and no rock

Hey man, you were a pachuco
They used to scold you too
Hey man, you danced mambo
You gotta remember that

I don’t know how they dare
To dress like that
And go out like this
In my day, all the women
Were serious, there was no punk

Hey man, you were a pachuco
They used to scold you too
Hey man, you danced mambo
You gotta remember that

I don’t know how they dare
To dress like that
And go out like this
In my day, everything was classy
No long-haired freaks and no rock

I don’t know how they dare
To dress like that
And go out like this
And I remember: My generation was
Decent and very formal

Hey man, you were a pachuco
They used to scold you too
Hey man, you danced mambo
You gotta remember that

Hey man, you were a pachuco
They used to scold you too
Hey man, you danced mambo
You gotta remember that