[Verse 1: Grito-throwing ranchera male lead, grito, proud and loud] I can rebuild your engine with my eyes shut tight But I can't tell you my name without a fight Boys at the counter used to finish what I say Teachers called on someone else and told me that's okay Girl at the bakery waiting while I choke on the word So I point at the bread and I never get heard But when the music's playing in the shop after dark I sing every line like a flame from a spark Not a single stumble, not a single stall Every word I ever lost comes running down the hall [Pre-Chorus: Grito-throwing ranchera male lead, grito, climbing] Independence night and the plaza full of light Sign-up sheet for the gritos and I write my name right [Chorus: Grito-throwing ranchera male lead, grito, belted with the trumpets] Trip on my words but I never miss a note Every word I couldn't say is sitting in my throat Let it out, let it ring, let the whole plaza know Trip on my words but I never miss a note [Verse 2: Grito-throwing ranchera male lead, grito, full chest] They call out a number cause they can't read the name Same boys from the counter in the front row, grinning the same Old Chuy been the king of it as long as I've been alive Grito so long that the band count to five I don't say a word, I just nod at the horns Got a whole life of silence and it's ready to be born Trumpets hit the first chord and the drums hit the floor And I open up the door that I never opened before [Chorus: Grito-throwing ranchera male lead, grito, belted with the trumpets] Trip on my words but I never miss a note Every word I couldn't say is sitting in my throat Let it out, let it ring, let the whole plaza know Trip on my words but I never miss a note [Bridge: Grito-throwing ranchera male lead, long grito, one unbroken cry over the trumpets, the plaza erupts] Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay All the years of words I could never say Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Every one of them out in the plaza today [Final Chorus: Grito-throwing ranchera male lead, grito, belted, full band and trumpets] Trip on my words but I never miss a note Every word I couldn't say is sitting in my throat Let it out, let it ring, let the whole plaza know Trip on my words but I never miss a note [Outro: Grito-throwing ranchera male lead, grito, proud, the trumpets hold the last chord and ring out] Announcer asking who's the man with the voice My name is Ruben, said it clean, by choice Never on a note [End]
