Nada Es

When the sun cast no shadow

You better not move

The only fool on here was the drummer

Who was looking for the group

Don't worry bout tomorrow

Drink as much as you can stand

Cause there is rock'n roll rule number seven

The producer wakes the band

Nada, nada es mi huijo

Como la vida

En El Cortijo

I have a suspicion

That Anita will fatten us till we're round

Cos I know they sell stuffed gringos

On the market day downtown

So we party with the devil

And we sing with God

And we trust in our company

Cause they pay a lot