Nada Es

When the sun cast no shadowYou better not moveThe only fool on here was the drummerWho was looking for the groupDon't worry bout tomorrowDrink as much as you can standCause there is rock'n roll rule number sevenThe producer wakes the bandNada, nada es mi huijoComo la vidaEn El CortijoI have a suspicionThat Anita will fatten us till we're roundCos I know they sell stuffed gringosOn the market day downtownSo we party with the devilAnd we sing with Godnd we trust in our companyCause they pay a lot