Eric Schwartz - Parangaricutirimícuaro

From a remote cornfield in Michoacán
Grew a fire-breathing, nasty, ugly volcán
It raised out of the land, rained fire like hell
Then all of a sudden, a delicious smell
When the lava came down, it inspired the heat
And roasted that corn to a tasty treat
It started a tradition tan grandote
Parangaricutirimícuaro, birthplace of elote

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Parangaricutirimícuaro
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Parangaricutirimícuaro

The villagers had all been displaced from their homes
All they had was butter, cheese, mayo, chile and limón
Luckily, that all tastes delicious on corn
The modern elote was born
They put it on a stick and served it 'round the town
And soon it got around and it spread all up and down
Jarritos in glass bottles and ice-cold raspados
But I always got a steamin'-hot elote a mi lado
Un poquito pico, pero tan, tan rico
El elote de Parangaricutico
Digo
Un poquito pico, pero tan, tan rico
Y si no puede decirlo, te lo sico

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Parangaricutirimícuaro
Paran-gari-cuti-ri-mícua-ro
Parangaricutirimícuaro

El volcán de Parangaricutirimícuaro
Se quiere desparangaricutirimicuar
El lo que desparangaricutirimicuaré
Será un buen de desparangaricutirimicuador
El volcán de Parangaricutirimícuaro
Se quiere desparangaricutirimicuar
El lo que desparangaricutirimicuaré
Será un buen de desparangaricutirimicuador
El volcán de Parangaricutirimícuaro
Se quiere desparangaricutirimicuar
El lo que desparangaricutirimicuaré
Será un buen de desparangaricutirimicuador

Paran-gari-cuti-ri-mícua-ro
Parangaricutirimícuaro
Paran-gari-cuti-ri-mícua-ro
Parangaricutirimícuaro

Written by:
Eric Schwartz

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