Where Are You?
Smiling Bulldogs Lyrics
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[Daniel Quiñones Perulero / Miguel Carabante Manzano]
“I will get your mommies gambling hard”
-Said bigmouth kid-
He tried to hold on with a sticky cent
But everything fade away
“I’d never break a wretch
What are you talkin’?
Man, what are you talkin’?
Hold it fella, first you gotta stand up
“I’m not drunk
I take my cane to keep
The rats in the cellar so far away”
“Yeah, I’m from the ‘southest’ land
Where no ones avoid the sun
Where no one dies on his knees
Or run away from anybody”
“A fucking cocky!”
Daddy used to call me
I guess my manners could be so much better
But I revel, revel, revel, revel like a dog
Yes, I revel, revel, revel, revel and I walk alone
Don’t you get it baby?
Don’t you get it honey?
You don’t, you don’t, you don’t
What are you talkin’?
Man, what are you talkin’?
Hold it fella, first you gotta stand up
Why don’t you bite it
Take your cane and bite it
Quite-tipple-man, shut up and bite it
¿QUÉ ESTÁS HABLANDO?
“Me quedaré con vuestras mamis apostando duro”
-Dijo el niño bocazas-
Él intentó aguantar con un céntimo pegajoso
Pero todo se desvanece
“Nunca dejaría sin blanca a un pobre diablo
Que deje el ‘Johnny Walker’ cerquita de mí”
¿Qué estás hablando
Tío, ¿qué estás hablando?
Para el carro compadre, primero tienes que levantarte
“No estoy borracho
Cojo mi bastón para mantener
A las ratas de la bodega bien lejos”
“Sí, vengo de la tierra más sureña
Donde nadie evita el sol
Donde nadie muere de rodillas
Ni huye de nadie”
“¡Puto gallito!”
Solía llamarme papá
Supongo que mis maneras podrían ser mejores
Pero me doy el gusto como un perro
Sí, me doy el gusto y voy a mi aire
¿No lo pillas, nene?
¿No lo pillas, cielo?
Tú no, tú no, tú no
¿Qué estás hablando
Tío, ¿qué estás hablando?
Para el carro compadre, primero tienes que levantarte
Por qué no te largas
Coge tu bastón y lárgate
Tío del codo empinadísimo, cierra el pico y lárgate
The lyrics to the song "Where are you?" by Smiling Bulldogs, written by Daniel Quiñones Perulero and Miguel Carabante Manzano, convey a sense of defiance and independence. The song begins with a conversation where someone is being confronted about their words and actions. The "bigmouth kid" claims to have the power to affect the lives of others, but it quickly becomes apparent that his words are empty and meaningless. The singer challenges him to stand up and back up his claims instead of just talking.
The lyrics continue with a description of the singer's character and background. He asserts that he is not drunk but uses his cane to keep the metaphorical rats in the cellar, representing his inner demons or troubles, at bay. He proudly identifies himself as coming from a land where the sun cannot be avoided and where people do not submit or flee from anyone. There is a sense of resilience and strength in his identity.
The singer reflects on how his father used to call him a "fucking cocky" and acknowledges that his manners could be improved. However, he revels in his own individuality and freedom, comparing himself to a dog. He asserts his independence and refuses to conform to societal norms. The lyrics end with a defiant invitation to the person challenging him to leave and bite his cane, effectively telling them to shut up and go away.
Line by Line Meaning
I will get your mommies gambling hard
I will make your mothers addicted to gambling
He tried to hold on with a sticky cent
He tried to hold on to his money with a sticky coin
But everything fade away
But everything disappeared
I’d never break a wretch
I would never abandon someone in need
Who leave ‘Johnny Walker’ close to me
Who leave the whiskey 'Johnny Walker' near me
I’m not drunk
I am not intoxicated
I take my cane to keep
I take my cane to control
The rats in the cellar so far away
The undesirable people far from me
Yeah, I’m from the ‘southest’ land
Yes, I am from the southern land
Where no ones avoid the sun
Where no one avoids the sun
Where no one dies on his knees
Where no one dies in submission
Or run away from anybody
Or runs away from anyone
A fucking cocky!
An arrogant person!
Daddy used to call me
My father used to call me
I guess my manners could be so much better
I suppose I could have better manners
But I revel, revel, revel, revel like a dog
But I enjoy, enjoy, enjoy, enjoy like a dog
Yes, I revel, revel, revel, revel and I walk alone
Yes, I enjoy, enjoy, enjoy, enjoy and I walk alone
Don’t you get it baby?
Don't you understand, baby?
Don’t you get it honey?
Don't you understand, honey?
You don’t, you don’t, you don’t
You don't, you don't, you don't
Why don’t you bite it
Why don't you bite it
Take your cane and bite it
Take your cane and bite it
Quite-tipple-man, shut up and bite it
Quiet, drunken man, shut up and bite it
Me quedaré con vuestras mamis apostando duro
I will keep your mothers gambling hard
Dijo el niño bocazas
Said the bigmouth kid
Él intentó aguantar con un céntimo pegajoso
He tried to hold on with a sticky cent
Pero todo se desvanece
But everything fades away
Nunca dejaría sin blanca a un pobre diablo
I would never leave a poor devil without money
Que deje el ‘Johnny Walker’ cerquita de mí
Who leaves 'Johnny Walker' close to me
No estoy borracho
I am not drunk
Cojo mi bastón para mantener
I take my cane to maintain
A las ratas de la bodega bien lejos
The rats in the cellar far away
Sí, vengo de la tierra más sureña
Yes, I come from the southernmost land
Donde nadie evita el sol
Where no one avoids the sun
Donde nadie muere de rodillas
Where no one dies on their knees
Ni huye de nadie
Nor runs away from anyone
¡Puto gallito!
Fucking cocky!
Solía llamarme papá
My father used to call me
Supongo que mis maneras podrían ser mejores
I suppose my manners could be better
Me doy el gusto como un perro
I indulge like a dog
Sí, me doy el gusto y voy a mi aire
Yes, I indulge and go my own way
¿No lo pillas, nene?
Don't you get it, baby?
¿No lo pillas, cielo?
Don't you get it, honey?
Tú no, tú no, tú no
You don't, you don't, you don't
¿Qué estás hablando
What are you talking about
Tío, ¿qué estás hablando?
Man, what are you talking about?
Para el carro compadre, primero tienes que levantarte
Hold on buddy, first you have to stand up
Por qué no te largas
Why don't you leave
Coge tu bastón y lárgate
Take your cane and go away
Tío del codo empinadísimo, cierra el pico y lárgate
Drunk man, shut up and leave
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