Spanish psycho

After watching two hundred times in a row
the movie 'Los bingueros'
(on DVD with deleted extra scenes and commentary from the cardboard collector)
I became aggressive

I left my house with a rifle in hand
and suddenly felt so American
that I was disgusted with myself
and shot a tourist
that's what happens for being a tourist

The tourist writhed
people were running around in panic
in an incongruous way
and I had to shoot randomly
until the police stopped me

I swear officer
it wasn't for revenge or money
it was because of a movie
called 'Los bingueros'

It's so cool
being a psycho killer like the Spanish
with a comb over a gun
I wouldn't trade my vermouth for their Coca Cola

Finally, after a few years in the slammer
one spring day
(the warden came and said hey, tomorrow you'll be out)
and I had to celebrate

After lunch, we had a prisoner's party
I even made a farewell speech
for all my fellow inmates
but someone turned on the TV
and they were showing the movie 'Los bingueros'

A guard started trouble
and I displaced his kidney with his own baton
and ripped off his ears
and as he bled against the bars
I paraded through the dungeons

White handkerchiefs
the prisoners took out, bravo bullfighter!
I think they wanted the tail
the tail of the jailer

It's so cool
being a psycho killer like the Spanish
being a serial killer in a tailcoat
I wouldn't trade my ham for their Coca Cola

The thing is, I escaped in an armored van
what a show
just like El Dioni with balls listening to El Fary and Los Chunguitos
and ended up at the bingo
I fled with the great help of a couple of prisoners
one looked just like Pajares and the other like Esteso
what a shame a waiter
said -Aren't you
the ones from the movie 'Los bingueros'?

Everyone looked perplexed
as my ninja star
violently pierced the forehead
of an impertinent old lady
who suddenly yelled bingo
Damn, I only needed one more!

What a mess
brandishing the chainsaw with audacity