In Spain, there is only one king, and he doesn't live in Madrid, he lives in Bilbao. Jefito! No one can take his throne! You say you love me and that you love me with passion Very beautiful words at night and with alcohol And then in the morning, between sleep and bad mood You throw me out on the street, whoever wants to, tell him Baby! Baby! You are used to living without working And with what you have, you kiss your dad You don't know how to do anything, and everything makes you cry Cut it at eight, then have dinner and go Baby! Baby! Whenever you want it, you make me love you In the office, in the elevator, in the subway, in the salon You are the one who sends it and you decide for me First it was my father, then my boss and now it's my family Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! You know very well that it can't go on like this Can't you see that I'm tired of suffering just for you? And you are different from me I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Thank you! Look! Thank you! It's a pleasure, Madrid, to be here! Thank you, Tequila! Stay, stay!