Suegrito, querido “tata”
Le habla su yerno, el “doctor”,
Desde el hotel Gran Señor
Donde paro en Mar del Plata.
Es asunto es que se trata
De un compromiso de honor,
Me jugué entero a un color
Y el muy ladino y traidor
“No quiso darse” ni “vino”
Y van a embargarme el Ford.
 
La cosa fue porque Lala
Su hija menor y Pirula,
Me arrastraron a la “rula”
En base a una martingala.
Un ascua de oro la sala
Había, viejo, que verla
Y las fichas... ver barrerlas
Le aseguro sin engaño,
Que eso fue el más lindo baño
Que nos dimos en el mar.
 
Ahora estamos varados
Sin tener para el hotel,
Esperando el giro aquel
Que le pedí días pasados.
Usted que vende al contado
Ladrillos, cal y cemento,
Póngase en buen sentimiento
Piense un poco en mi apellido
Que va a quedar malherido
Porque aquí hace falta “vento”.
 
Acuérdese del adagio:
“Dad de comer al hambriento...”
Crea en mi arrepentimiento
Sálvenos de este naufragio,
Mucha bronca aquí presagio
Pensarlo sólo da horror...
Cuando volvamos, señor
Lo comeremos a besos
Mándeme veinte mil pesos
¡Es una deuda de honor...!

English translation

My son-in-law, dear "tata
This is your son-in-law, the "doctor",
From the Gran Señor Hotel
where I am staying in Mar del Plata.
The matter is that it is about
Of a commitment of honor,
I put all my money on a color
And the very crafty and treacherous one
"He didn't want to give himself" nor "came"
And they're going to repossess my Ford.
 
The thing was because Lala
His youngest daughter and Pirula,
They dragged me to the "rula"
On the basis of a martingale.
A golden ember the room
There was, old man, to see it
And the chips... to see them swept away.
I assure you without guile,
That that was the nicest bath
That we took in the sea.
 
Now we are stranded
With no money for the hotel,
Waiting for that turn of events
That I asked for days ago.
You who sell cash
Bricks, lime and cement,
Put yourself in good feeling
Think a little about my name
That is going to be badly wounded
Because here we need "vento".
 
Remember the adage:
"Feed the hungry..."
Believe in my repentance
Save us from this shipwreck,
A lot of anger here I forebode.
The thought of it only gives horror...
When we return, sir
We'll eat you with kisses
Send me twenty thousand pesos
It's a debt of honor...!