Tiruriruri, tiruriruri, tiririririri ri, tiruriri
On a street named after a historical leader
That at night is filled with pu hysterical biblical names
He appeared an unemployed stuttering Olympic optimist
Without a penny in his pocket but with a magnificent erection.
In the market of sin he went to offer his longing
With the innocence of a sheep trotting into the slaughterhouse
He approached a proletarian proxonet and ardently
Point by point he explained his anxious-susa-mente situation.
The prostitute looked at him, entranced without understanding
Until at last he could understand what he was wearing in
the mind
He approached her face as if to kiss her
schnapps
But instead he shouted without compassion:
Foot-foot-lose-get-lost!
And sprinkled on the p *** saliva for his scream
The guy saw that the bulge in his fly had disappeared
And with the strength that his wounded pride gave to his broken voice
He gave the answer that today has become a legend by
the neighborhood:
You pi-pi, you pi-pi, you pi-lose
for being such a daughter? e pu-pu!
Hey, you're crazy, this is unheard of,
That's for sure sex, they do not even give it to you in the little shop!
Ayyy! Look for that girl,
Night and day
and give him a position in the Council of the Economy!
Oh! he said a drunk
Do not take it so to heart
I think you have a vocation,
Go and enroll to study law!
(Lawyer? Another one! If this country what you need are taxi drivers!)
You pi-pi, you pi-pi, you pi-lose
for being such a daughter? e pu-pu!
So daughter? E pu-pu, so daughter? E pu-pu, so daughter? E pu-pu!
You lose it, you lose it, you lose it, you lose it!
Only among all we can make this a better place :)