Singer: Osvaldo PUGLIESESinger 2: Abel CórdobaComposer: Osvaldo PuglieseAuthor: Enrique Dizeo
Lyrics
Me llaman El Encopao los que no saben lo que me ha pasao y me ven hecho un cualquiera... ¡Que digan lo que digan, que ya no me hace mella! Me llaman El Encopao como si el que anda así pierde el honor y no piensan que el que mata su rabia entre unas copas tiene su razón. ¡Total, qué le importa a ella que viva como yo vivo! Siempre metido en el boliche de esa esquina que ha dejado de ser linda por su olvido. ¡Total, qué le importa a ella que viva como yo vivo! Mareado de caña y de recuerdos, noche y día, día y noche, por su vida que es mi amor. Me dicen El Encopao y no es mentira que voy mal rumbeao... ¡Todo por una morocha que me marcó una güeya de penas y de sombras! Me llaman El Encopao pero conmigo nadie va a jugar porque los hombres se encuentran y entonces cara a cara hay que corajear.
English translation
They call me El Encopao those who don't know what has happened to me and they see me as a nobody... Let them say whatever they say, that it doesn't make a dent in me! They call me El Encopao as if he who walks like that loses his honor and they don't think that he who kills his rage over a few drinks has his reason. What does it matter to her that I live the way I live! Always stuck in the bowling alley on that corner that has ceased to be beautiful because of her oblivion. What does it matter to her that I live as I live! Dizzy with cane and memories, night and day, day and night, for her life which is my love. They call me El Encopao and it's not a lie that I'm going badly rumbeao... All because of a brunette that marked me a güeya of sorrows and shadows! They call me El Encopao but nobody will play with me because men meet and then face to face you have to face each other.