Canción Mala
(Spoken)
One, two, three, and...
Bad,
This song is bad,
I flight across my window
I work with my shovel...
Bad,
Like the pie melons,
Like the Puss in Boots
This song is bad...
Bad,
Like the frozen pizza,
Like the war in Bosnia,
Like the powdered juice...
Bad,
But is mi~~ne
But is mi~~ne
But is mi~~neeee
Uuuuh…
I will be to you, forever;
I will be to you, because you;
I will be, you know,
because I need you.
(Spoken)
No more trucks,
No more whales,
No more revolving doors,
No more batucadas,
No more forests,
No more carpets,
No more remote controls
No more school vans,
And no more schoolchildren.