EL PANTALON – RUMBAS English Translation Lyrics by Omar Montes
Come on, boy!
Come on, girl, the cheap shirts!
Let’s go, let’s go, to the euro!
I’m heading to the corner
I’m heading to the corner (Let’s go, let’s go!)
I’m heading to the corner (Socks, sneakers!)
I’m heading to the corner
Let’s go, let’s go, it’s slipping away from me like nothing!
I’m wandering around the square to buy myself some pants
That fit me tight, that look cool
I’m wandering around the square to buy you some pants
That fit you tight, that look cool
I’m heading to the corner
I’m heading to the corner
I’m heading to the corner
I’m heading to the corner
I went down to the little square and there was a stall with a hustle
They showed me some Gucci pants, but they were imitation
I refuse to buy something fake, my girl deserves the best
Bell-bottom pants from Louis Vuitton, from Louis Vuitton
She tore them up, made two holes in them
They fit her cool, they make her butt tight, that’s what matters
She walks down the street with two bodyguards who are her cousins
With a gun in their pockets
They go broom, broom, broom
They go po-po-po-po-po-pom
They go broom, broom, broom
They go po-po-po-po-po-po, po!
I’m wandering around the square to buy myself some pants
That fit me tight, that look cool
I’m wandering around the square to buy you some pants
That fit you tight, that look cool
I get a little naughty, I get fancy to go out (Che-che!)
To find you some pants, super trendy for you
I see you in the market, I go crazy
I’m dying to give you a kiss on those lips
I’ll buy you whatever you want, what do you need? (What?)
I’ll tighten your chain, I’ll build you a little house
I’m wearing earrings that are made of coral
Bought them for three hundred at Monte Piedad
I’m wearing earrings that are made of coral
I’m hitting the streets with my cousin Omar (Take that!)
I’m wandering around the square to buy myself some pants
That fit me tight, that look cool
I’m wandering around the square to buy you some pants
That fit you tight, that look cool
I-I-I’ve got a slit in my skirt and you can see my knee
You can also see my shin, my calf, and my fibula (Ole)
You gotta see, you gotta see, the things you can see
I can’t believe it, I haven’t seen anything stranger
Than a gypsy in the tower mimicking the bells (How?)
It can’t be, that’s how it is
The madness of the world makes me live
Good times, new eras, changing currency
And give me money to buy some pants (Ole)
Che-che
Ole
There it goes!
Ole