Moros Y Cristianos

Ohú, the big party that's been set up with the
Taking of the Moor in the capital
Listen, gentlemen!
Ahay, whoever wants a turban
the mayor said, go have fun
To Bethlehem, shepherds!
My name is Crazy Legs Long Piris
Chimneys and no one can beat me
I'm the king of Plaza Nueva.
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Each Moor his treasure, each Jew his pirate.
Ahay, from the land the kid I come looking for
a lost planet that no one can stand!
Ahay, take off your slipper, girl, and listen
the Moorish song making the bed!
Put on the comb and the starched skirt, girl,
I'm going to take you with me to the Taking of Granada
It gives me a hard time with so much bad mood.
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Ahay, eating little cakes go
the catechetics to the Puerta
Real look how pretty!
Ohú, the one with the light, girl, remove the trap,
girl, the hairpin don't give him a shock
and let him fry!
It was Juanillo Podrio the leader of the Sex Pistols
and now they call him Encarna
because he got too smart.
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stab him with a dagger
in the middle of the ponytail.
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Out with the Moors shout the Jews,
shout the Jews out with the Moors.
I so calm on my elephant,
with my djellaba and my turban.
Long live the Catholic kings,
the melancholics shouted.
And the peseticas passing the plate,
and with the noise getting handsy.
The Moors to the rafts,
the Christians to the beasts.
Here I wait for you eating an egg,
with fries and candies.
For signing a manifesto,
they remembered my dead.
What a fuss, how much nonsense,
Ohú how cold, ohú what dicks!
Funny faggots, vicious Moors.
Insubordinate. Red fascists get off the balcony.
Chorus.