In Callao there lives a whore whose name is Serafina. Serafina, Serafina. She fucks all night and sleeps all day at the old Calle marina. Serafina, oh Serafina.
She's queen of all the whores that work down at the old casino. Serfina etc. She used to screw for monkey nuts, but now she fucks for vino. Serfina etc.
Oh, Serafina's got no drawers, I've been ashore and seen her. She's got no time to put 'em on, that hard-fucked Serafina.
She guzzles pisco, beer and gin; on rum her mum did wean her. She smokes just like the chimney stack on a PSNC steamer.
She'll claw and bite and kick and scratch when in the old arena. She'll rob you blind if she gets the chance, that dirty she-hyena.
Oh, I was young and in my prime when I first met Serafina. But the next morning when I woke up I wished I'd never seen her.
For I was robbed, my gear was gone, and so was Serafina. She'd run off with a Dago man who played the concertina.
Well, I fucked the whores in Callao and then the ones in Lima. But the randiest whore I ever fucked was the lovely Serafina.