El Peluquero

Cri-crí arrived at the barbershop
How good that you come! Said the barber
With that mane you look like a porcupine
Showing courtesy, he accommodated him
In one of those chairs that spin
And then very seriously he put on a smock

Clippity-clip, clip, with three snips
Clippity-clip, clip, he cut his hair
Clippity-clip, clip, his hair fell
Clippity-clip, clip, and left him bald

Cri-crí was not still in that place
As the little hairs that fall among the clothes
Itched like needles and he wanted to scratch
But the barber without mercy
With his left hand stopped his neck
Holding him still against his will

Clippity-clip, clip, he opened the big scissors
Clippity-clip, clip, and then closed them
Clippity-clip, clip, with his part in the middle
Clippity-clip, clip, he left him very handsome

Some children cry, they don't want to go
They are afraid that the barber
Will take off their ears and then their nose
That's why it's necessary to be brave
The haircut at the barbershop
Is done very easily without any pain

Clippity-clip, clip, let the scissors sound
Clippity-clip, clip, let them do their duty
Clippity-clip, clip, let the hair fall
Clippity-clip, clip, let it grow back