El Camaro

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Camaro sixty-nine
Convertible and equipped
It was an old model
The upholstery very worn
And its rims rusty
But it had its power
That car was quite famous

Well-tuned engine
Eight cylinders roaring
Taking the highway
They couldn't even see the dust
In it I took my girls
Wherever I went
Noble and faithful my car friend
It just lacked speech

I traveled many kilometers
To the American Union
So many times it crossed
The Mexican border
Its appearance served
So they wouldn't suspect
How much money my Camaro
Made for me eleven yards

I knew it was a fine car
I kept it well-maintained
The paint wasn't everything
It was what I carried
The dashboard covered in dust
I didn't like cleaning it
I never drove it through mud
To avoid having to wash it

Those old cars
Sure are heavy
I never calculated the weight
But it was in grams
Its steel was coated
It could withstand bullets
So if there was danger
I didn't seem concerned
The day it got confiscated
By the American government
I received several fines
For the stop signs I'd ignored
The lesson I learned
You shouldn't show your talents
The story came to an end
For that old Camaro of mine


Spanish Language Version

Camaro sesenta y nueve,
Convertible y equipado
Era un modelo pasado
La vestidura muy rota
Y sus rines oxidados
Pero tenia su potencia
Fue muy famoso ese carro

Maquina bien arreglada,
Ocho cilindros tronaban,
Agarrando carretera,
Ya ni el polvo le miraban
En el paseaba mis gueras
Por donde quiera que andaba
Noble y fiel mi carro amigo
Nomaz hablar le faltaba

Kil—metros recorri—
En la uni—n Americana
Tantas veces que cruzo
La frontera Mexicana
Su aparencia le sirvi—
Para que no sospecharan
Cuanto dinero me dio
Mi camaro de once varas
Sabia que era carro fino
Lo tra'a muy bien cuidado
La pintura no era el todo
Mas bien lo que hab'a cargado
Tablero lleno de polvo
No me gustaba limpiarlo
Nunca me met' en el lodo
Pa no tener que lavarlo

Esos carritos antiguos
Vaya que si son pesados
Nunca calcule los quilos,
Pero pasaba de gramos
Su acero era revestido
Aguantaba los disparos
Por eso si hab'a peligro
No me ve'an preocupado

El d'a que lo confisco
El gobierno Americano
Varias multas recib'
De stop que me hab'a volado
La moraleja aprend'
Los dones no hay que ense-arlos
La historia llego a su fin
De aquel mi viejo camaro