P.P Pinocho

Pinocchio was there one day
Pulling out his mustache
Scratch, scratch, think, think
What to say to get them to vote for me?

And Geppetto at the psychiatrist
Delirious he wonders
What's up with my doll?
He has a pointed nose

Pinocchio went fishing
To the Guadalquivir River
He dropped the cane
And he fished with his nose

There is wood in your head
Your brain is insane
And Geppetto wonders
How is he going to be president!
PP Pinocchio!
PP pinocchio
PP Pinocchio!
PP pinocchio

Telling lies
You see your future very easily
Grow your nose
But your account now prospers
But never forget that you are all made of wood
And like witches you will burn well at the stake!

And this story always ends
(You will swallow your lies)
With tears on my face
(You will rot with your farce)
With a burnt mustache
(And it seems like a lie)
And the bad guy never wins!
PP Pinocchio!
PP pinocchio
PP Pinocchio!
PP pinocchio

It was a nice dream for a wooden doll
That hid with words what it really was
The story of this Pinocchio doll ends
Burnt, stepped on, crushed, punctured and broken!