Pero si vieras Como son lindas estas borracheras Y ándale...
(Coro) Pero hasta cuando Dejan tus padres de andarte cuidando Y ándale...
Cada vez que vengo a verte Siempre me voy resbalando; O es que tengo mala suerte O es que me está lloviznando Y ándale...
Pero si vieras Seco mi chaco en mi higuera floreando Y ándale...
(Coro) Pero si cuando Seco mi chaco en mi higuera floreando Y ándale...
Me dices que soy un necio Porque me ando emborrachando, Y a pesar de tus deprecios, Yo quiero seguir tomando, y ándale
Pero si vieras Como son lindas estas borracheras... Y ándale...
(Coro) Pero que bellas Paso las horas vaciando botellas Y ándale.
I am a renowned teetotaler, but I love this drinking song. The use of the word chaco is unusual (it has been defined as organ meat of hunted fowl) and the exact meaning of the refrain it appears in probably has a double connotation. I have opted to sing it here with my niece, Mindy, who at 17 brings a lovely innocence to this tale of gleeful debauchery. L.R.
Get On With It
What will they say those in your house When they see me drinking, Will they think that it's on account of you That I live my life drinking Get on with it.
But if you could see How pretty these binges are Get on with it.
(Chorus) But until whenever Your parents stop protecting you Get on with it.
Each time that I come to see you I'm always slipping; Is it that I have bad luck Or is it that it's drizzling on me, Get on with it. But if you could see Me dry my chaco in my flowering fig tree grove Get on with it.
(Chorus) But if ever I dry my chaco in my flowering fig tree grove, Get on with it.
You say that I'm a fool, Because i'm always getting drunk, And in spite of your scorn, I want to keep on drinking, Get on with it.
But if you were to see How pretty these binges are, Get on with it.
(Chorus) But how beautiful Are the hours I spend emptying bottles, Get on with it.