Este es un homenaje a los Estados Unidos de America y a la Republica de Colombia, hermanadas en el buen gusto musical y la voz melodiosa susurrada al micrófono a las 3 de la mañana para no despertar al compañero de apartamento.

Cuando se veía la limosina de George Bush, adentro estaba sonando esta canción, no es eso emocionante? Casi como saber que cuando se veía la limosina de George Bush, adentro estaban tomando aguardiente y disparando hacia el techo del carro para comprobar que el blindaje funcionaba. Lo sé porque un primo trabaja como cocinero ninja para el Servicio Secreto.

In my land everything’s glory
when the joropo is sung (bis)
And if you wanna dance it
the world is not enough

Let’s continue dancing
Let’s continue singin’
Let’s continue dancin’ my friend
that this is so fun

Let’s continue dancing
Let’s continue singin’
Let’s continue dancin’ my friend
that I’m goin’ nuts

In my land everything’s glory
when the joropo is sung (bis)
And if you wanna dance it
the world is not enough

Let’s continue dancing
Let’s continue singin’
Let’s continue dancin’ my friend
that I’m goin’ nuts

Let’s continue dancing
Let’s continue singin’
Let’s continue dancin’ my friend
that I’m goin’ nuts

Serve me one 50-pence drink
Serve me one 5-quid drink
serve, and serve and serve and serve
and serve and serve and serve and serve
until I lose my count
until I lose my family
until I lose my job!

No hangover can resist this incandescent joropo
that’s why the aguardiente is taking it in the jopo
Happy they come and go without thinking about money
carring banjo and guitar
to sing it to Saint John

No hangover can resist this incandescent joropo
that’s why the aguardiente is taking it in the jopo
Happy they come, couldn’t care less about money
carring banjo and guitar
to sing it to Saint John