Manfreddi

Manfreddi had a son
Mentally challenged.
He was a widower and supported
His mother-in-law and his mom:

And when lunchtime came
He left work
When he found himself cooking
The old ladies used to shout:

"Give us food"
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
"It's already one o'clock"
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
"Come change me"
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
"I already messed myself"
Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Manfreddi lived saving
To be able to live.
He managed to buy the house
A month before he died.

As he was dying in the hospital
The priest came to pray for him
And through the halls, nurses dance
To the rhythm of the final sermon.

Have mercy, Lord
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
On this poor idiot
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Shower your love
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Upon this fool
Oh, oh, oh, oh.

The god of the unfortunate
Did not let him in
As he already had housed
More than half of Uruguay.

And after a long and hard wandering
He ended up in hell,
After waiting in front of the grand gate,
It opened and he could enter.

As soon as he entered
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
They already nailed him.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
But he liked it.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
So they kicked him out.
Oh, oh, oh, oh