Feelin' Sick & Dirty for a Day & a Life

Three eyes watch me kiss you

Here by the pillars of your father’s mansion,

María de los Ángeles.

This is your sister’s wedding,

And your father, caballo viejo,

Prances before the orchestra

He hired to show his wealth.

And you and I dance to the music

Silvestre Revueltas conducts.

Two eyes belong to your father,

Who shall remain nameless,

And the other belongs to Jorge,

Who fought with Pancho Villa in 1915.

These three eyes, two brown one green,

Watch us dance

Dirty and blue

In spite of the music.

Jorge, you know, lost the left one

For an American girl.

What a pendejo.

He was an army cook 
Who got heart disease

For that one eye of his.

An American artillery shell

Screaming in the trees can send

Splinters like dull surgical knives,

Is what Jorge always says.

When your father isn’t looking,

I take you to the cinema

To see Vámonos con Pancho Villa.

The name of that movie

Follows dust down this dark street,

And the wind, it cries María.

You know I wear my Stetson and my spurs

Just for you, María. I got that Wild-Root
Oil on my hair.

Just for you.

We see a preview of an American film,

The Devil Is a Woman,

And you are watching

Marlene Deitrich's hair, and I am watching

Her cigarette and her shoes.

If I had the money, María,

You’d smoke Marlene Deitrich’s tobacco.

You’d wear her shoes.

Whatever happened to the Revolution

Is not a question I ask myself.

Fashion takes the boots from my feet

And throws me in that dirty street.

You say I got, 

Ain’t got nothing at all?

My sweet, sweet María, 

I got

A friend of the Devil

Who's a friend of mine.