A young man from the Fuentecillas neighborhood
He has drawn a lollipop
In the metal closure of a candy store
That I have seen him.
When opening the store
The owner has told his wife:
-Who is this Lollipop
What do I see at the closing of the store?
-Your, yours, hubby
That I have not drawn you.
It was drawn by the boy from the neighbor
That he is in love
Of that pretty girl
That he comes to buy trinkets
And he always asks for a lollipop from Havana.
-What a boy or what the hell
If he has more pilila (Little prick) than me!
-A little bit, hubby.
Now, without removing the “Closed” sign
I’m going to grab it with my hand
To make you bigger and better.
-Take, take, little wife
That this one in the Church of the Neighborhood
I gave it to you.
She has turned the bone a hundred times
Her balls threw him out of joint.