La Mafia Del Desayuno

Send me your letter and tell me everything you want
A PlayStation 4 and 203 women brought in from the East
For the obedient kid
I heard you’re lying, coal for your teeth
We come with camels but these are a different kind
We follow a star, the star of your team
Don’t leave cookies. Better vodka to drink
Trust us, shout: Fuck Santa Claus
We come from the East, we live in Dubai
Just tell us what you want if you want to be cool
For your Christmas, we’re your best option
Gaspar, Baltasar, and especially me, Melchor

We come on camels to bring you the toys
You must have been good and you’ll get what you want
The poor have nothing and the guy in the attic has a Mercedes
We’re the Magi and we also deal in cash
If that girl doesn’t want you, I can’t do anything
I’ll eat your nougat, give coal by the ton
To baby Jesus, my gold, frankincense, and myrrh
Actually, we bring weed, booze, and cocaine
Those Gucci shoes are way too pricey, better stick to Primark
If you want something branded, leave some caviar
We know where you live, don’t get scared
You’ll be fine if you trust good old Gaspar

We open the window and come into your house
You shout Baltasar and I say: What’s up?
We’re the Three Kings, the genies of the hookah
We bring you little gifts and laughter cigars
A hoodie and skinny jeans
But they’re a bit short, so you show off your ankles
If you hear us coming, better go to bed
Don’t call the cops, just let Baltasar in