First, forgive me, Mom, for running around in this mess
The party follows me, I can't stop
Even if I'm short on cash, I count on my friends
They're a bad influence on me
'But you only live once'
A saying that they say around
I like to drive fast in my old car
and one beautiful brunette
Let them be two crazy friends, all fired up
I carry pride in my surname, Mexican blood
I light a cigarette so that I can pick up speed
With some corridos the girls go wild
I don't have a loose screw
But not at all, I'm always alert
I've got pull with the girls
I don't have a pretty face
I enjoy the good; the bad was a while ago