La Aguacatona

Hold on to the chick, keep the trumpet
Calm down the zipper
Because that one really has a boob
Like Catherine Zeta, with style
Although a bit dry
No one challenges her, she's a whole goal
Like a trophy in track-and-field
Like a high jump
Like a long home run
Behind her, there's a fan club of losers
And she shakes, and my chick revs
Gotta think of nasty things
So there's no fight
With her high-voltage booty
And her lacey outfit
She's the avocado lady
She's so stuck-up
With her European style from Rome
Spreading all the aroma in the lobby
I saw her, cross-eyed I saw her
And I approached her at the club
Styled like Sisqo
And I jumped like a cliff

"Hey, are you alone?"
"Is it a full moon, wanna be my she-wolf?"
I have a Bulova and I'm in a limo!
It smells like pine inside!
Don't be scared, I'm a classy guy!
I dance to anything!
In fact, I do the Chinese split!
Does the Chinese thing scare you?
Don't get hysterical!
I dance like Chayanne in 'Party in America,' then!

"Hey, baby, shut up!
Avoid the rubbing!"

Damn, this went way off... foul ball
It's more like a strikeout... through the punch
They've hit me with a rocket launcher

(With a bit of blush, I grab the touch!)
(And I give the boys a flush!)
(Step back, my skirt has thorns!)
(My dude, I'm not your china!)
(With a bit of blush, I grab the touch!)
(And I give the boys a flush!)
(Step back, my skirt has thorns!)
(My dude, I'm not your china!)

Okay, I got stuck on the dance floor
The girl turned out to be clever
But I have more tricks
I'm heading to the bar
Give me a shot of rum
To catch the beat
This big head is about to burst
Any devil he catches
I swear I hit on girlfriends
Married ones, and the yellers
I'm going a hundred miles without control
Now I'm gonna shine brighter than Armor-All
With high self-esteem
Because the night is long
And if she doesn't leave fine, she'll leave loser

Look, look, look
Stop, buddy, easy
You're more intense than Sylvester Stallone
Lower the action levels, bro
There's no rush here...
(But I have a plan!)
Look, Bobby, forget about that
Look, when you enter
You take it slow
Chew three mints
To knock out the cigarette smell
First, make sure there's no crowd
She's alone, and if she's with someone
Well, you play the sly one
Go around the back, where the stash is
Ready to mix the cement
Close, and slow, don't say anything
Gargle and swallow, the saga is about to begin

And I let go as if I were at home
We wrapped our masses
In a greasy salad bar
Skin smeared in salsa sweat
She's healing me like a real nurse
Squeezing the leather like the Cepedas
A whole chimera, a little devil mixed with a bandit
We danced the whole night
Until I got dark circles
The sorceress did witchcraft on me
Like a goldfish in a fish tank, she left me floating
Heating up the broth, straight to the mambo
Without wasting time, you know
The sweetest part is when you go down slow
Blow your breath with a minty smell
Nicely grated like Freddy Kenton
Well, but when I'm about to talk to her
To ask for her number
She managed to escape
Without me being able to spread
My shaving cream
She's not playing, man

(With a bit of blush, I grab the touch!)
(And I give the boys a flush!)
(Step back, my skirt has thorns!)
(My dude, I'm not your china!)
(With a bit of blush, I grab the touch!)
(And I give the boys a flush!)
(Step back, my skirt has thorns!)
(My dude, I'm not your china!)