What a cloud of smoke that has us choking

Everybody's asking but nobody knows what it is

An old car comes along honking

with tricycle tires and the motor backwards

I'm waiting over on the corner

Like always, his faithful girl

My girlfriends are laughing,

whispering things about him

Carcacha* means THE JALOPY, step by step

don't stop coming along

Carcacha*, little by little

Don't leave us (2x)



Look girls, I'm not sorry

and I'm not ashamed of my man

Even if he's poor and has a carcacha

He treats me like a queen, a real man

And even if he has a carcacha

What matters is that I'm with him

Maybe he's not the best-looking

But he is my faithful boyfriend