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Wow!
riotous kids
Do you want me to tell you a history?
For us!
I'm gonna give you another chance, you queers!
Do you want me to tell you a history?
For us!
Screw you!
I'm gonna tell you, little ones, the actual history
The real, the true one
of a little boy
This guy was born there at Yacalaca
The most dangerous place in Iztapalapa
And this guy was so crazy
His father talked to him in fear
And his mommy breastfed him with all due respect
This thick guy was always into... something
He played the actual mangle
He played 'Pin the tail on the donkey' until the poor donkey started crying
And he was so brave, he used to play the balero with himself... Wow!
When he turned 5
He unarmed policemen and he tossed SWAT members around
He became expert in the carnal arts
A quickies black-belt
A sheets guerilla
And a plenipotentiary 'bang' ambassador in the exile
And this ain't it, you mongs!
Keep paying attention, you swines!
Cuz this tale has barely begun!
I did a bit of parachuting
From a jet plane
And I foot-landed in Tepito
To prevent a rob
From there I went to the mountains
To join myself in the guerilla
I was mistaken with Marcos,
Che Guevara and Villa
Robocop, Terminator,
Rocky, Rambo and Conan,
Go to get my groceries
One by one or altogether
And Wonder Woman
Gets me so sick and tired
Because she has always been so insisting
With me to be her lover-boy.
She wishes she was so lucky the lass!
Well, I don't know, little children, but if you think that all these rolls that I am throwing at you are not clear, I will tell you that...
I am the gifted guy
In a regular film
I have handfuls of fire for meal
And I give you all the leftovers
I am the golden dream
Of all the chicks out there
And even two or three gallant
Want to spend a night with me
The Lone Rider,
Tarzan, Mandrake and the Zorro,
Have always been my assistants
Since I was a little boy
And all the superheroes
Are my admirers
For their arch-enemies
Ain't got nothing to do with me
And what did they do to me, I ask myself?
Well, I don't know, little children, but if you think that all these rolls that I am throwing at you are not clear, I will tell you that...
I am the gifted guy
In a regular film
I have handfuls of fire for meal
And I give you all the leftovers
I am the golden dream
Of all the American ladies
And even two or three gallant
Want to spend a night with me
Bang!
Bang!
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Bang, bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Oh, no
Yeah, lads, you don't have to know this and I shouldn't tell you this, but...
I am the gifted guy
In a regular film
I have handfuls of fire for meal
And I give you all the leftovers
I am the golden dream
Of all the chicks out there
And even two or three gallant
Want to spend a night with me
That's it, folks!
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