Odes to Joy

Bouba & Kiki, Vol II: Is Dirty / Sounds Clean · Track 46 · middle

The Spanish for Idiot (Pendejo)

Cousin Hornswoggle from a stay in Acapulco. The literal meaning. The figurative meaning. The way it sounds in three accents.

Lyrics

[Intro]
Acapulco. Let's call it 1975.
Down on the Costera Miguel Alemán.
The air was so thick you could taste the salt and the limes before they were even cut.
The ceiling fan barely moved. Just pushing the heat around.

[Verse 1]
I was at a sticky wooden bar, the kind that remembers every drink spilled since that bullfight poster went up in 1968.
The bartender, Juan García López, was telling a story.
His friend knocked over a full cerveza, foam running down the dark wood.
Juan just laughed, a big Guerrero sound from deep in his chest.
And the word rolled out, all gravel and heat.
Pen-DEH-ho.
With a hard, trilled 'r' that could start a motor.

[Chorus]
Pendejo.
The Spanish for idiot. The word for a fool.
But the old men told me it just means 'a boy's first hair'.
I heard it three ways that night in the tequila haze.
The Mexican, the Guatemalan, and the Argentine with his soft 'zho'.
Three accents for the same beautiful mistake.

[Verse 2]
A tourist from San Salvador at the next table, playing cards.
His was quicker. Sharper. Clipped off at the end.
Pen-deh-HO. A dart, not a stone.
Then a couple near the jukebox, fighting softly about money.
From Buenos Aires.
And her voice cut through a sad mariachi trumpet...
Pen-deh-ZHO.
Like a buzzing fly you can't quite catch.

[Chorus]
Pendejo.
The Spanish for idiot. The word for a fool.
But the old men told me it just means 'a boy's first hair'.
I heard it three ways that night in the tequila haze.
The Mexican, the Guatemalan, and the Argentine with his soft 'zho'.
Three accents for the same beautiful mistake.

[Bridge]
Funny, isn't it? Comes from the Latin for a little comb.
For the sign that you're becoming a man.
So to call someone a pendejo... is to call him a child.
A fool who hasn't earned his beard.
A word travels a long way from a body to a bar fight.

[Outro]
The sun was long gone. The Pacific was just a black sound.
Juan slid another glass my way, no questions asked.
And the word just hung there.
In the lime-and-cerveza air.
Pendejo...
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