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La triste historia de Jimmy "Tiro en el pie"

Mil historias oí contar
Algunas de alucinar
Ninguna de ellas se acerca
A la que hoy os voy a contar

Jimmy era su nombre
Su afición era cazar
Mas nada había en el mundo entero
Que se le diera tan mal

Jimmy caminaba por el bosque sin pensar
Que sus pasos resonaban como bomba al explotar
Se ocultó tras de un árbol pa′ tratar de comprobar
Que un oso estaba detrás

Con la lengua fuera, pobre Jimmy se escapó
Descendió por la ladera que más cerca divisó
Cuando era tarde para echar reversa tropezó
Colina abajo cayó

Vueltas y golpes y giros después
Varias serpientes rodaban con él
Alguien más torpe no pudo nacer
Cada cosa que intenta le sale al revés
Cuenta y comparte allá donde estes
La triste historia del pobre Jimmy "Tiro en el pie"

Una gran idea tuvo Jimmy al comprender
Que cazar resultaba peligroso para él
Se marchó hacia el lago donde él
Pobre imaginó que pescar se le daría mejor

Se acercó a la orilla con la caña se sentó
El cañón del rifle sobre el pie derecho apoyó
Un enorme cocodrilo paseaba por allí
Lo vio muy tarde venir

Muerto de miedo intentó disparar
Y de los nervios se dio en el pulgar
Alguien más torpe no pudo nacer
Cada cosa que intenta le sale al revés
Cuenta y comparte allá donde estes
La triste historia del pobre Jimmy "Tiro en el pie"

Con el pie derecho ensangrentado decidió
Dolorido y humillado como carne de cañón
Que la cosa aún podía ir muchísimo peor
Y al bar del pueblo marchó

Ya le conocían los borrachos del lugar
Por su mala puntería cuando iba a vomitar
Cada noche escogía un lugar aún peor
Que el de la noche anterior

La viuda de O'Brian quería tener
Jolgorio con cualquiera menos con él
Alguien más torpe no pudo nacer
Cada cosa que intenta le sale al revés
Cuenta y comparte allá donde estés
La triste historia del pobre Jimmy "Tiro en el pie"

Terco y tenaz sin parar de beber
Te repite su historia hasta el amanecer
Si crees que este cuento es un poco ñoño
Espera oír la historia de Mary "Tiro en el co"

The Sad Story of Jimmy "Shot in the Foot"

I've heard a thousand stories told,
Some that would blow your mind,
But none of them come close,
To the one I'll share with you tonight.

Jimmy was his name,
Hunting was his game,
But nothing in the whole wide world,
Did he do quite so lame.

Jimmy walked through the woods without a care,
His footsteps boomed like bombs exploding in the air,
He hid behind a tree to check and see,
That a bear was standing there.

Tongue hanging out, poor Jimmy ran away,
He descended the closest hillside he could survey,
When it was too late to turn back, he tripped and fell,
Tumbling down the slope, like a shot from hell.

Turns and bumps and twists later,
Several snakes were rolling with him, it couldn't be greater,
No one could be born more clumsy, it's true,
Everything he tries, just goes askew.
Tell and share wherever you roam,
The sad story of poor Jimmy "Shot in the Foot," all alone.

A great idea Jimmy had when he understood,
That hunting was a danger he never withstood,
He went to the lake where he,
Poor guy, imagined fishing would be better, you see.

He approached the shore, with his rod he sat,
The barrel of his rifle on his right foot, just like that,
A huge crocodile was strolling by,
He saw it coming, but oh so nigh.

Scared to death, he tried to shoot,
And in his nerves, he hit his thumb, what a hoot!
No one could be born more clumsy, that's for sure,
Everything he tries, ends up a blur.
Tell and share wherever you dwell,
The sad story of poor Jimmy "Shot in the Foot," can't you tell?

With his right foot bloodied, he decided,
Sore and humiliated, like cannon fodder, divided,
That things could still get much worse,
And to the village bar he went, to quench his thirst.

The drunks at the place already knew him well,
For his bad aim when he went to expel,
Every night he chose a spot even worse,
Than the night before, a terrible curse.

O'Brian's widow wanted to have,
Fun with anyone but him, she'd rather be in a grave,
No one could be born more clumsy, it's plain to see,
Everything he tries, ends in misery.
Tell and share wherever you may be,
The sad story of poor Jimmy "Shot in the Foot," eternally.

Stubborn and tenacious, drinking without end,
He'll repeat his story until the morning light ascends,
If you think this tale is a bit of a bore,
Wait till you hear the story of Mary "Shot in the Core."