Bogota, you are so cold
Bogota, you don’t love me anymore
Your kisses are so dusty
Your streets full of potholes
Bogota, I love you so
Even though you’re full of punks
You’re a bipolar girl
It’s get hot before hailing
Bogota is a fine lady
With a little ghetto accent
I wanna kiss you from Bosa* to Usaquén*
I wanna cross all your savanna
With my train
Bogota, you’re so dumb
Don’t you see everything you’ve got?