Gallina y Cocaina (feat. John Pollon)

Wa, ha
We decapitated a chicken
And filled it with pills and cocaine (oh)
And took it to the club
And it laid an egg apparently on the stage (yeah)

And we put it in the kitchen
And we ate the chicken and you hallucinate (wo, oh)
And we left for the club
And the first thing we saw was the chicken, it's the chicken, it's the chicken

It's the chicken, it's the chicken, it's the chicken
It's the chicken, it's the chicken, it's the chicken
(Pitiful bitch, pitiful, pitiful)
(It's shameful, clowning around)

We decapitated a chicken
And filled it with pills and cocaine
And took it to the club
And it laid an egg apparently on the stage (ye, ye, ye)

And we put it in the kitchen
And we ate the chicken and you hallucinate (wo, oh)
And we left for the club
And the first thing we saw was the chicken, it's the chicken, it's the chicken

San Francisco, where's your disco?

And we remember that joint because it was very pretty
And because it hardly ever stings anyone
And it reminds us of our girl because she's very quiet
And because she spends all day on the street

San Francisco, where's your disco?

And we remember that joint because it was very pretty
And because it hardly ever stings anyone
And it reminds us of our girl because she's very quiet
And because she spends all day on the street

San Francisco, where's your disco?

And we remember that joint because it was very pretty
And because it hardly ever stings anyone
And it reminds us of our girl because she's very quiet
And because she spends all day on the street

And we remember that joint because it was very pretty
And because it hardly ever stings anyone
And it reminds us of our girl because she's very quiet
And because she spends all day on the street

And we remember that joint because it was very pretty
And because it hardly ever stings anyone
And it reminds us of our girl because she's very quiet
And because she spends all day on the street

San Francisco, where's your disco?

We decapitated a chicken
And filled it with pills and cocaine (oh, oh)
And took it to the club
And it laid an egg apparently on the stage (ye, ye)

And we put it in the kitchen
And we ate the chicken and you hallucinate
And we left for the club
And the first thing we saw was the chicken, it's the chicken

San Francisco, where's your disco?
San Francisco, where's your disco?