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El Jerre Jerre

Yo iba pa′Manaure
Pero quise devolverme
Me salió una fiera
Con figura amenazante
Era un armadillo
Era un Jerre Jerre
Pa' meterme miedo
Me flequetió volante.
Yo saqué el revolver
Con idea de defenderme
Porque no era propio
De un hombre correr así,
Pués con mucha rabia
Y ese Jerre Jerre
Que me brincaba adelante
Burlandose de mí.
Yo iba a dispararle
Pero me puse a pensar
Que ese animalito
Quizás tenía su mujer
Y la pobrecita
Sola iba a quedar
Claro que la culpa
Sería de Rafael.
Que animal, que animal
Tan bronquinoso
Que animal, que animal
Tan busca pleito
Seguro, si fuera otro
Los seis tiros se los meto (bis)
De haberlo matado
Todo el mundo me habría dicho
Que yo soy un hombre
Muy cobarde y bandolero
Y por eso mismo
Le hablé al animalito
Dispuesto a lucharle
Con palabra e′caballero.
Él seguramente cree
Que yo le tuve miedo
Pues por no matarlo
Me le puse a suplicar
Oíga amigo Jerre,
Yo soy hombre bueno
Se esta haciendo tarde,
Dejeme pasar.
Al fin se aburrió
De tanto ponerme cebo,
De buscarme pleito,
Y como yo nada le hacía
Me torció los ojos
Y salió corriendo
A buscar su cueva
Allá en la serrania
Como dudan, como dudan
De los hombres
Creyendo, creyendo
Que es cobardía
Hombe! Que se ponga
Pantalones, para que
Me hable de hombría (bis)
Ya se iba escondiendo
Pero le grité una cosa
¡Oíga! Amigo Jerre
Por cobarde no me tome
Si acaso lo duda
Use pantalones
Pa' probarle amigo
Que Yo si soy un hombre
Como dudan, como dudan
De los hombres
Creyendo, creyendo
Que es cobardía
Hombe! Que se ponga
Pantalones, para que
Me hable de hombría (bis)

The Jerre Jerre

I was going to Manaure
But I wanted to return
I came across a beast
With a menacing figure
It was an armadillo
It was a Jerre Jerre
To scare me
He flexing his steering wheel.
I took out the revolver
With the idea of defending myself
Because it wasn't right
Of a man to run like this,
So with much anger
And that Jerre Jerre
That bounced in front of me
Making fun of me.
I was going to shoot him
But I started to think
That little animal
Maybe he had a wife
And the poor thing
Was going to be left alone
Of course the fault
Would be Rafael's.
What an animal, what an animal
So quarrelsome
What an animal, what an animal
So quarrelsome
Sure, if it was someone else
I would put all six shots in him (bis)
If I had killed him
Everyone would have told me
That I am a man
Very cowardly and a bandit
And that's why
I spoke to the little animal
Willing to fight him
With the word of a gentleman.
He surely thinks
That I was afraid of him
For not killing him
I started begging him
Listen, friend Jerre,
I am a good man
It's getting late,
Let me pass.
He finally got bored
Of putting so much bait on me,
Of picking a fight with me,
And since I didn't do anything to him
He turned his eyes away
And ran away
To find his cave
Over there in the mountain range
How they doubt, how they doubt
Of men
Believing, believing
That it is cowardice
Man! Put on
Pants, so that
You can talk to me about manhood (bis)
He was already hiding
But I yelled something at him
Hey! Friend Jerre
Don't call me a coward
If you doubt it
Wear pants
To prove to you, friend
That I am a man
How they doubt, how they doubt
Of men
Believing, believing
That it is cowardice
Man! Put on
Pants, so that
You can talk to me about manhood (bis)