I packed my stuff and hastily left the town But I can't find a place to settle down I'm going round and round My bottle's dry, the sun's burning down The coast is close and I can hear the rumbling sound Of crashing waves and crowd When I raised my eyes from the ground I see the outline of a man Waiting for me on the hill of sand He's got an anchor tattoo on his hand A dirty hat and an ironic moustache As the old legends say He's the nightmare of the whole south west He drops in on any poor soul and I'm next My ride comes to the end Some say he's the son of a snake No rules, no leash and no respect Es El Diablo de Los Estaños