I once knew a man named Fernando
He was not a man strong and free
So many hombres pushed him around
It was so much terrible to see
I toll him,
“Do you have cojones?
Or are you all blank way down there”
But he said nothing, just looked at me
It was something that I couldn’t bear!
¿Eres Fernando o Fernanda?
¡Quién te cortó los cojones!
¿No tienes nada que decirme?
¿O simplemente no tienes nada que decir?
Are you Fernando or Fernanda?
Who cut both your cojones away!
Can’t defend any honor you have
Or do you just have nothing to say!
It’s true Fernando was really short
His arms and his legs were so skinny
His hair on his face was like peach fuzz
His voice was real high and was tinny
He seldom went to the cantina
Always hombres would pick a big fight
He would just stay home with La espousa
And stay safe in her care every night!
Are you Fernando or Fernanda?
Who cut both your cojones away!
Can’t defend any honor you have
Or do you just have nothing to say!
¿Eres Fernando o Fernanda?
¡Quién te cortó los cojones!
¿No tienes nada que decirme?
¿O simplemente no tienes nada que decir?
I saw him and wife walk down the street
They were quiet and just took a stroll
A mean hombre stumbled into him
And said to his wife, “I’m on patrol!
Look for señoras that need a man
You look like you don’t have anyone
Why do not you lose that corbarde
Come with me and I’ll show you fun!
Are you Fernando or Fernanda?
Who cut both your cojones away!
You going to let that hijo de puta
To talk to your cariño that way
Fernando told the bully, “Please stop!
We do not want any trouble tonight!”
The bully said, “Si, you have trouble
Hah! You trying to start a big fight?
You no puedo can protect your woman!”
He grabbed for the wife then Fernando
Slapped the hombre in the face so hard
The hombre’s head snapped to the side
Then he hit him 3 times really hard
Fernando! I am so, so surprised
That you had that much fight inside you
The hombre’s face down in the gutter
We all didn’t know the real you!
My amigos told me Fernando
Was a peace loving man strong and true
That he was a self defense teacher
That he could defeat a whole crew
So the moral of the story is
Don’t judge any book by its cover
Or you too may be bleeding, laying
Face down in the street and the gutter!
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