El botón de la esquina de casa,
cuando salgo a barrera la vedera,
se me acerca el canalla y me dice:
'¡Pts! ¡Pipistrela! ¡Pts! ¡Pipistrela!'
Tengo un coso ar mercao que me mira,
que es un tano engrupido'e crioyo;
yo le pongo lo' ojo' p'arriba
y endemientra le pianto un repoyo.

Me llaman la Pipistrela
y yo me dejo llamar;
es mejor pasar por gila
si una es viva de verdá.
Soy una piba con clase,
manyen qué linda mujer...
¡La pinta que Dios me ha dado,
la tengo que hacer valer!

Ya estoy seca de tantos mucamos,
cocineros, botones y guardas;
yo me paso la vida esperando
y no llega... el otario...
Yo quisiera tener mucho vento
pa'comprarme o sombrero y zapato,
añaparme algún coso del centro
pa' dejar esta manga de patos...

English translation

The button on the corner of the house,
when I go out to barrier the vedera,
the scoundrel comes up to me and says:
'Pts! Pipistrela! Pts! Pipistrela!'
I have a guy in the market who looks at me,
who's a big, fat kid;
I give him the eye upwards
and in the meantime I give him a stick.

They call me the Pipistrella
and I let myself be called;
it's better to pass for a gila
if one is really alive.
I'm a girl with class,
manyen what a beautiful woman...
The look that God has given me,
I have to make it count!

I'm already dry from so many mucamos,
cooks, bellboys and guards;
I spend my life waiting
and it doesn't come... the otarian...
I wish I had a lot of wind
to buy me a hat and a shoe,
to add me to some place downtown
to leave this bunch of ducks...