Poco-loco
El Mister y los Marsupiales Extintos
A little crazy
You like to be more than correct
To be fantastic and phenomenal
Your good days are over
And there's nothing, nothing to do
She scratches your back
You barely scratch hers
In the clinic, living is simple
You just have to obey
Sundays are very tough
The visitors don't show up
So they leave
You jump and dance the little-crazy
If you start telling the truth
Nobody wants to be there
After all we've been through
Hello Mommy! Daddy, what are you doing?
Hell was empty
And seeing that, the good God created evil
Put on music to get over it
You're fantastic and phenomenal
You like to be more than correct
To be fantastic and phenomenal
Your good days are over
And there's nothing, nothing to do
