English

Everyone listen to the story
That this corrido tells
Of a famous singer
Well loved by many
Learn these verses well
Don’t forget them

It’s Pedro J. González
Who we’re going to sing about
He was a radio announcer
Who became quite popular
With his pretty songs
He won everyone’s heart

The people listened to him with enthusiasm
For listening to to his programs
They rose early
To hear Pedro Gonález
With his guitar in hand

And one day he formed
His group “Los Madrugadores”
And by the thousands
They counted their admirers
From everywhere they came
To hear his singers

Women were always around
Arriving daily at his offices
For their sisters, aunts, and nieces
Mostly for their boyfriends
But for their neighbors as well

Many pretty young girls
With other interests arrived
And without understanding
The mischief they were making for Pedro
Well, with their beautiful faces
Perhaps it was all intended

And that’s how the days past
Having fun and a good time
And they liked him all the more
When they heard him sing
They chicks couldn’t keep away
And more and more they would flirt

And it was only bad luck
That one day come to him
When Pedro offered
To accompany a school girl
He never imagined
What this would cost him

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González didn’t remember
A wise and useful saying:
“He who sleeps with youngsters
Awakens very tires”
Friends don’t forget this
With the girls be careful

This was only the beginning
And other charges were added
From different girls
Who went around with Pedro
And those famous outings
Were what brought him to ruin

And like you all know
It always happens that
From a fallen tree
Many will make their kindling
And one’s enemies will come out
When they see that one is vulnerable

In the jury they formed
To judge González
The jurors were women
To make it even worse
And that poor Mexican
They threw the book at him

Women school principals
Were witnesses for the prosecution
The recommended for Pedro
Many years in prison
If they hadn’t judged a man
They would have pardoned him

The judge was very ceremonious
Pronouncing his sentence finally
And to San Quentin goes González
To do one to fifty years
If it goes well, we’ll see him
Around the middle of next year

Farewell radio station
Goodbye my listeners
As a reminder of me
There are still “Los Madrugadores”
We’re here to entertain you
For we are all singers

With this, I bid goodbye
At the foot of green walnut trees
Here ends the ballad
Of Pedro J. González
And don’t forget it
For he’ll return to greet us