A cross of wood of the cheapest kind.
That is what I ask, when I die
I do not want luxuries nor tables of Adobe
don't want the box that cost millions
the only thing I want is song sung
a big party for the death of a poor man
I don't want tears
I don't want pains
I don't want sadness
I don't want nothing
The only thing I want is at my wake
a serenade, in the early morning
When my body is in the tomb
the only thing I ask, to say goodbye
is that at the four corners of my coffin,
Like holy water, the tequila flows.
I don't want tears
I don't want pains
I don't want sadness
I don't want nothing
The only thing I want is at my wake
a serenade, in the early morning