Текст и перевод песни Antonio Flores - Juan el Golosina

Juan el Golosina

Esta es la historia de Juan el Golosina
Que de pequeño le gustaba la cocina
Le regalaban tanques y soldados
Y él prefería hacerse mil peinados

En el colegio le llamaban el gallina
Le comparaban con jarrones de la China
Oía un petardo, creía que era una bomba
Y dando un grito, saltaba a la comba

A su padre le tenía muy quemado
No le gustaba que fuera amanerado
Su cinturón le sacaba los colores
Cuando Juanito imitaba a Lola Flores

Juan el Golosina
Camina por la vida, trabaja en cabaret
Es un hombre libre y la gente ya le quiere
Tal y como es

Juan el Golosina
Camina por la vida, trabaja en cabaret
Es un hombre libre y la gente ya le quiere
Tal y como es

Se hizo mayor, a la mili se fue el pobre
Era feliz él solo con tanto hombre
Se hizo turuta pa' tocar una trompeta
Hacía la guardia con su flor y su peineta

Vino a Madrid persiguiendo a sus artistas
A su padre por fin le perdió de vista
Y por la tarde ya se había hecho la toga
Pa' por la noche trabajar en Pasapoga

Y vino el cambio y la derrota del fascista
Y por fin consiguió ser un artista
Y con Tejero cayó en un profundo coma
Y despertó inflado por la silicona

Juan el Golosina
Camina por la vida, trabaja en cabaret
Es un hombre libre y la gente ya le quiere
Tal y como es

Juan el Golosina
Camina por la vida, trabaja en cabaret
Es un hombre libre y la gente ya le quiere
Tal y como es

Juan el Golosina
Camina por la vida, trabaja en cabaret
Es un hombre libre y la gente ya le quiere
Tal y como es

Juan el Golosina
Camina por la vida, trabaja en cabaret
Es un hombre libre y la gente ya le quiere
Tal y como es

Juan el Golosina
Juan el Golosina
Juan el Golosina
Juan el Golosina
El Golosina
Juan el Golosina
El Golosina

John the Goody

This is the story of John the Goody
As a boy, he loved the kitchen
He was given tanks and soldiers
But he preferred to do a thousand hairstyles

At school they called him the chicken
They compared him to vases from China
He'd hear a firecracker, think it was a bomb
And screaming, he'd jump rope

He really burned his father up
He didn't like that he was a sissy
His belt would bring out the colors
When Juanito imitated Lola Flores

John the Goody
He walks through life, works in a cabaret
He's a free man and the people already love him
Just the way he is

John the Goody
He walks through life, works in a cabaret
He's a free man and the people already love him
Just the way he is

He got older, the poor man went to the military
He was happy alone with so many men
He became a bugle boy to play the trumpet
He stood guard with his flower and his comb

He came to Madrid chasing after artists
He finally lost sight of his father
And by afternoon, he had made his dress
So he could work at night at Pasapoga

And came the change and the fascist's defeat
And he finally managed to become an artist
And with Tejero, he fell into a deep coma
And he woke up inflated by silicone

John the Goody
He walks through life, works in a cabaret
He's a free man and the people already love him
Just the way he is

John the Goody
He walks through life, works in a cabaret
He's a free man and the people already love him
Just the way he is

John the Goody
He walks through life, works in a cabaret
He's a free man and the people already love him
Just the way he is

John the Goody
He walks through life, works in a cabaret
He's a free man and the people already love him
Just the way he is

John the Goody
John the Goody
John the Goody
John the Goody
The Goody
John the Goody
The Goody