If someone thought that Shakira had made another collaboration in which her breakup would be the protagonist, they will be in for a massive surprise when they listen to the Colombian’s new hit for the first time. Because the singer not only enters a musical genre unfamiliar to her, such as Mexican Music, but «El Jefe» is centered around the struggle of the Latin working class.
If we analyze the lyrics of the song down to the smallest detail, there are some personal references from the singer, but it is clear that the song’s essence is not about that. Alongside Fuerza Regida, the artist has managed to create a kind of anthem for all those ‘workers’ who, despite deserving greater rewards for their efforts, see the ‘bosses’ living the good life.
The images in the music video with the train packed with people, even on the roof, also make it clear that «El Jefe» has a significant connection to the musical genre and the country of Mexico itself. The band formed by Jesús Ortiz Paz, Samuel Jaimez, Khrystian Ramos, and José García is one of the leading exponents of corridos tumbados, and they have successfully incorporated Shakira into this highly vindictive song that will go straight to the playlists of many workers worldwide.
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A separate chapter deserves the aesthetics of the music video, in which Shakira looks more spectacular than in many recent music videos. The cowgirl outfit fits her like a glove, and she seems born to wear a hat, both on foot and on horseback. And as for the tight red leather, it ranks as one of her most dazzling outfits in her videography.
A gigantic change of style after «Te Felicito,» «Monotonía,» «BZRP Music Session 53,» «Copa Vacía,» «Acróstico,» or «Don’t Wait Up.» Electronic music, ballads, pop, reggaeton, bachata… and now a Mexican corrido. Can anyone top that?
Here are the lyrics of «El Jefe» by Shakira and Fuerza Regida:
Shakira, Shakira
Fuerza Regida
It’s seven-thirty, the alarm has gone off
I want to stay in bed
But I can’t, I have to take the kids at 9
The same coffee, the same kitchen
The same as always, the same routine
Another crappy day, another day at the officeI have a lousy boss, who doesn’t pay me well
I walk in, and he’s in a Mercedes Benz
He treats me like a recruit, he’s a real son of a b*tchYou’re dreaming of leaving the neighborhood
You have everything to be a millionaire
Expensive tastes, the mindset
All you’re missing is the salaryThe bills keep piling up
Being poor is trash
Mom always used to say
That studying secures everything
I’ve studied, and nothing happened
Damn, life is tough
I work harder than a d*mn
But I get laid less than a priestWhat irony, what madness
This is torture, for sure
You work your *ss off all day and don’t even have a deed
They say it lasts more than a hundred years
But my ex-father-in-law is still around, not resting in peaceI have a lousy boss, who doesn’t pay me well
I walk in, and he’s in a Mercedes Benz
He treats me like a recruit (they treat you like a recruit)
He’s a real son of a b*tch (he’s a real son of a b*tch)You’re dreaming of leaving the neighborhood
You have everything to be a millionaire
Expensive tastes, the mindset
All you’re missing is the salaryYou have a lousy boss, who doesn’t pay you well
You walk in, and he’s in a Mercedes Benz
He treats you like a recruit, he’s a real…I’m dreaming of leaving the neighborhood
I have everything to be a millionaire
Expensive tastes, the mindset
All I’m missing is the salaryMilli Melgar, this song is for you, they didn’t pay your severance
You’re dreaming of leaving the neighborhood
You have everything to be a millionaire
Expensive tastes, the mindset
All you’re missing is the salary.
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