Lyrics:
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Who's this? (Oh)
Da-ddy Yan-kee (oh, oh)
Zúmbale mambo pa' que mi gata prenda lo' motore'
Zúmbale mambo pa' que mi gata
Oh, I'm a good old rebel
Now thats just what I am
And for this yankee nation
I do no give a damn
I'm glad I fought against her
I only wish we'd won
I
passport and he's proud of it
Prairie boy, wonder why you're spittin' corn
In the Yankee's eye?
Aways-away and gone awry
On a Wichita Monday night
Yeah, remix, remix, remix (who's this?)
What's his name?
Daddy yankee
Boricua, cubano (súbele mambo pa' que mi gata prenda lo motores)
Boricua,
cavalerie
Se garde le "punch" pour la fin
Welcome Yankee, welcome Yankee
Pendant ce temps-là
Y'a ceux qui lancent un cri
Ceux qui n'ont pas les mots
Pour
We geven de koning aan Zaïre
Regering Martens aan de pieren
We gunnen de paus een laatste reis
Maar dan richting paradijs
We geven de yankee's aan de
escuchando "X" de J Balvin y Nicky Jam
¿Y qué fue?
Ahora está soltera escuchando el remix de Daddy Yankee y Lunay
Se rebeló
Cambió el amor por sexo, uoh
sick
Call me for work call me for money
No call for fun no call me for drink
Cos I want to buy Bugatti
Me I won buy Lamborghini
I won go born for yankee
Doma dance, je hore bez
Yankee Tee, môj team má lesk
Vegas chick a Vegas swag
Moji psi a plný pack
Doma dance, je hore bez
Yankee Tee, môj team má
Yankee
Suffering southern heat
But not for long
Be kind
Tell me what's on your mind
Before you're gone
Why are you flying home so soon
To the cold
planifico
Que como yankee
Salgo pa' la calle pero en busca de venganza
Sexo de venganza
Yo no quiero hacer tranza
Pa'l carajo se fueron, pero, hoy de
están mirando
Comiéndose el buñuelo
Y a él se le está paran...
Ey ojo pues con lo que va a decir
Dónde están las gatas solteras
Como Yankee métele candela
swell
Full of that yankee doodly dum
Half a million boots went sloggin' through hell
And I was the kid with the drum
Say, don't you remember, they
every honky tonk
Along come Mr. Yankee slicker, sayin' "Maybe you're what I want"
Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give
to Trinidad.
Fine calypso woman,
She cook me shrimp and rice,
Fine calypso woman,
She cook me shrimp and rice
These Yankee hot dogs
Don't treat me
every honky tonk
Along come Mr. Yankee slicker, sayin' "Maybe you're what I want"
Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give
When you was in New York you was fuckin' the Yankee
I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Frankie
These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky
When you was in New York you was fuckin' the Yankee
I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Frankie
These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky
and rice,
Fine calypso woman,
She cook me shrimp and rice
Dese yankee hot dogs
Don't treat me stomach very nice.
In Trinidad, one dollar buy
old mint julep a kick, Mame,
Who ever thought a Yankee would put
A little Dixie mouse to shame.
You've made us feel alive again,
You've given us
you sigh, just sigh
You don't have to mention
That Yankee phrase: "Ay, ay"
Perhaps when you end your vacation
You bring back a bit of Brazil
their Yankee boys WHIP old Virginia
I held my momma's hand and skipped
When a soldier said to me
Would you rather have Jeff Davis' hat or the sword
and rice,
Fine calypso woman,
She cook me shrimp and rice
Dese yankee hot dogs
Don't treat me stomach very nice.
In Trinidad, one dollar buy
of that Yankee-Doodly-dum
Half a million boots went slogging through Hell
And I was the kid with the drum
Say, don't you remember, they called me "Al"
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