La Aguacatona [English translation]

Hold your fire, put away the trumpet

Cool the macho attitude

'Cause that one's got some good ti*s on her

a la Catherine Zeta with style

Even though [she's] somewhat standoffish

Noone comes close to her, she is [anyone's] ultimate goal

Like a 'pista-y-campo' trophy

Like a jump way up high

Like a real long homerun

After her comes a 'palgos' fan club

She moves and my bullet goes off

One has to consider the ugly things

So as to stop [anyone] from fighting

With her high voltage buttocks

And her lace suit

She is 'la aguacatona'

Con su estilito Europeo de Roma

Regando to' el aroma por el lobby

Yo la vi, como bizco la vi

Y me acerque en la disco

Guilla'o de Sisqo

Y me tire como si fuera un risco

"Hey, are you alone?"

"It's a full moon, wanna be my she-wolf?"

I wear a Bulova and ride in a limo!

Inside it smells like pine!

Don't be afraid, I'm a classy guy!

I'll dance to anything!

In fact, I'll [even] do a Chinese split!

Is the Chinese thing a turnoff?

Don't get hysterical!

I'll dance like Chayanne in "Fiesta En América" then!"

"Boy, shut up!"

"Avoid being brushed off!"

Devil, this [play] turned into a foul ball...

In fact, over by the 'ponche'...

I was thrown in with a rocket launcher...

(With a bit of 'blush', I have the 'touch'!)

(And the boys I give flush!)

(Get back, 'cause my skirt has thorns!)

(My man, I am not your girl!)

(Y a los nenes les doy flush!)

(Mi negrito, yo no soy tu china!)

Okay, I was left stuck on the dancefloor

The chic turned out to be sharp

But I have more tricks [up my sleeve]

I go to the bar

Give me a shot of rum

To get into the groove

'Cause this pigheaded man is about to burst

Any little devil catches his eye

[I swear] by my mother that I go for the brides

The married [ones] and the young [ones]

I'm going a hundred miles [per hour], out of control

Now I'm gonna shine more than Armor-All

With my self esteem real high

Because the night is long

And if it doesn't go well, it'll go 'palga'

Look, look, look

Stop, buddy, smooth [operator]

You're going at it more violently than Sylvester Stallone

Take it down a notch, my brother

There's no rush here...

(But the thing is I have a cheese!)

Look, Bobby, forget about that

Look, when you come in

Take it slow

Put three sticks of minty gum [in your mouth]

To get rid of cigarette smell

First, look to see that there's no posse

That she's alone, and if she's with somebody

Well then, 'te las guillas de pillo'

Go to the back, where they unload the cargo

Get ready to tear up the concrete

Tight and slow, don't say anything

Gargle and swallow, 'cause the saga's about to start

And I let loose as if I were home

We interlocked our masses [together]

At a salad grease bar

Our skin bathed in sweat from the salsa

Her curing me like a bonafide nurse

Wringing our flesh like the 'cepedas'

A true vision, part little devil and part bandit

We danced the whole night long

Until I got bags under my eyes

She cast a spell on me, the sorceress

Like a goldfish in a tank, she left me floating

Heating up the soup, straight for the mambo

Without wasting time, you know

The sweetness comes when you slowly go down

Blow your minty breath

Real 'guayadito' Freddy Kenton style

Ok, but when I go to talk to her

To ask for her cell [number]

She escaped

Without my getting to rub her

With my shaving lotion

This didn't cut it, bro

(Y a los nenes les doy flush!)

(Mi negrito, yo no soy tu china!)

(Y a los nenes les doy flush!)

(Mi negrito, yo no soy tu china!)