Mama, El Bajista Me Está Pegando
El Cuarteto de Nos
Mom, The Bassist Is Hitting Me
Mom, I'm making
A song that talks about demons, snakes, and the dead
But I'm not achieving it
Because the bassist is hitting me
Mom, and it talks about blood
About sacrifices with babies, virgins, toads, and catfish
But I only come up with gibberish
Because I burned myself with the café con leche
Mom, look at the bassist
Mom, he's hitting me
If I didn't do anything to him
Mom!
Mom, and it talks about thunder
And that the Ku Klux Klan, Charles Manson, and Hitler were good
But Mom, I became a lullaby
Because I pricked myself with the caravan
Mom, and even if it hurts you
It says I killed some kids by shooting at the school exit
And no damn verse comes out
Because the teddy bear tattoo got erased
Mom, look at the bassist
Mom, he's hitting me
If I didn't do anything to him
Mom!
The bassist hits me on the head
