Fue Un Domingo

It was a Sunday, up north of the country
When we gave him a beating
That the dude won't forget
It was in the open field, oh, it makes me laugh
We came down from four beers and you couldn't face it
Now, chicken, what are you going to come up with?
All your drums, dad has them
And it was with bare fists, are you going to deny it?
You are the shame.. International!