Transcrita Por El Gran Saiyaman

In the punishment cell of a prison in a penitentiary,
I'm serving my sentence,
I'm suffering a penalty,
which is the absence of my freedom.

I'm (you are),
a calm man looking for a life for himself and his own, po po po pom,
(just as it should be!)
because family is the most important thing in this world, po po po pom,
(you better believe it, sir!)
they have shown me true love!
But, when I got home after a long day of hustling, po po po pom,
(just as it should be, young man!)
oh, that cruel woman hadn't prepared the meal yet,
(how mean they are, how mean they are!)
and I had to kill her!

Just because I stabbed her with a knife and the kids watched her bleed
and I felt sorry for them so I killed them too (very well!)

They call me a bad person, they call me a bad person, they call me a bad person
And there's no
No right, no, there isn't
No right, no, there isn't
No right, no, there isn't
It hasn't happened and it won't.

Well I'm (well you are, well they are),
another calm man for whom friendship is always the first thing, po po po pom,
(that's the most beautiful thing in the world)
because friends are like a treasure fallen from the sky, po po po pom,
and there's nothing that can compare!
But, one friend one day very early in the morning, very early, po po po pom,
(that's very good, the early bird catches the worm)
came to wake me up, saying: "I'm a bell ringer", po po po pom,
(and what did you do?)
and I had to burst him!

For having inserted a total of twenty-five bells one by one up his ass
and then gutted him and pulled them out again
with the malicious intent of making him swallow them (that hurts!)

Chorus

Well I'm (well you are, he is)
even calmer than my companions, if possible, behind bars I found what I was missing outside, po po po pom,
(that's intelligent)
and I hate my freedom!
But, (because I'm going to continue a little more)
the warden one day said that due to my good behavior
(oh, behavior, behavior!)
he would grant me a pardon and I would be free again like the wind
(oh, like the wind, like the wind!)
and I had to slit his throat!

Because with a single blow to the middle of his mouth I knocked out all his teeth
and with extreme care I collected all the pieces, glued them back together
(which, by the way, was very good glue) and with his own reconstructed denture
I cut his throat (oh, what pain!)

Chorus

Repeat until you get tired