Little Happy Clouds

El Corrido de Juan Antonio Rodriguez


Sientese mijo porque le voy a cantar de una leyenda,

Nació en la sierra,
No tuvo padres le dio vida la tierra.
Pero eventualmente dios del césped se hizo,
Jugaba su deporte como un niño, y por eso su cara nunca tendrá liso.

Cuando fue joven conquisto los corazones,
de todo los fanáticos los viejos y los jóvenes.

Con un palo en su mano,
Treinta a ganado,
Escuche porque lo que digo es verdad hermano.
Le llamaron el Chi Chi,
El mas chingon el pinché.

No es traficante pero tiene el respecto del Barbie y del Chapo,
Con conquisto los corazones de todo los gabachos.
De Augusta a Santo Andrés hizo amigo,
Los americanos e ingleses fueron testigos.
Mayores nunca a ganado pero casi tres veces,
El dios del sacate o si preferiré el césped…


-Oiga papa y porque un corrido?
Y porque no pequeño?
-Chi Chi no es Mexicano es Puertorriqueño
Ah que jodido!

...

The Ballad of Juan Antonio Rodriguez

Sit down my son because I'm going to sing to you about a legend,

A child born in the mountains,
He didn't have parents, his life sprang from the dirt fountains.
Eventually the God of the Lawn is what he would become,
He played golf like a child, his face without wrinkles, and always stayed young.

He conquered the hearts of fans, the young and the old,
With a stick in his hand, is what he would hold.
Thirty titles he won,
Listen to me, there is truth in this song.


They called him Chi Chi,
The baddest man we see!

He wasn't a drug dealer but had respect from The Barbie and El Chapo,
He conquered the hearts of the others, the white folk, the gringo.
From Augusta to St. Andrews he made all his friends,
The Americans and English were all witnesses.
Majors he never got, but almost three he won,
The god of the grass, or if you prefer, the lawn.


-Hey dad, why a corrido?
Why not, my son?
-Chi Chi isn't Mexican, he's Puerto Rican!
Ahh...shit!

(Special thanks to guest writer, Federico García Loco)