P.P Pinocho

One day Pinocchio was
Scratching his mustache
Scratch, scratch, think, think
What do I have to say to get people to vote for me?

And Geppetto at the psychiatrist
Delirious wonders
What happened to my doll?
He has a pointed nose

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

There is wood in his head
Your brain is insane
And Geppetto wonders
How could he be president!
PP Pinocchio!
PP pinocchio
PP Pinocchio!
PP pinocchio

Telling lies
You see your future very easily
Grow your nose
But your account is now prospering
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 your face
(You will rot with your farce)
With the mustache burned
(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 he really was
The story of this Pinocchio doll ends
Burned, stepped on, crushed, sunken, punctured and broken!