No humps, Margarito
not touch me again the thing that I am today
pa festivities
him I'm not flattering.
Although I see modern, pink cassock
though I be a good priest hippy
of those who do weddings
of boys with boys, girls
of the girls,
if the Pope would agree, if
Rome came and waiver
Facella,
so cute that you would see, I've been
a good air
when he heard that beautiful
zapateril Guild, Mrs
Moncloa.
Do not you see that the Minister
fantastic and like a bear, we want to remove
daily bread from the mouth?
will have to climb the scaffold,
will be done and slashing,
toil in the truck,
go to work tomorrow and ending
crippled
who will say Mass on time?
Margarito, Margarito, now apuntémonos
to the stream of time: we
Moors us cool.
