Por Su Tapa Un Libro No Deberéis Juzgar (feat. Ivan Labanda)

Uncle Goodenberg was a mouse
From the library at Charring Cross
I have not stopped valuing his books
He told me the stories
When he wasn't drinking
The wisest bibliophile
And I want to tell you his maxim
He said

That a book by its cover
Should never be judged
Perhaps behind the cover it will be revealed
That the villain is the hero
If you know how to read between the lines
There are a thousand clues to follow
And you may have misunderstood
By its cover, a book you shall not judge

Mary Poppins, could you give us an example?
Right away

Nellie Rubina was made of wood
But there was a nuance
The raised part was peeled
But the root was green
And in the spring when Mr. Walnut sprouted
He ignored it and planted her
Now there are shoots here and there

It proves
That a book by its cover
Should never be judged
Perhaps behind the cover it will be revealed
That the villain is the hero
If you know how to read between the lines
There are a thousand clues to follow
And you may have misunderstood
By its cover, a book you shall not judge

What if we tell them about the wealthy widow?
Oh, of course
I love that story!
Then tell it

Lady Jacinta Guacamayo
She hid her treasures
And wore nothing but
Two feathers and a quill
No one stole from her
Due to her poor condition
If you can't even dress
You're not hiding anything of value!

A book by its cover
Should never be judged
Perhaps behind the cover it will be revealed
That the villain is the hero
Tarulalee, tarurala
Taruralee, tara-ta-ta
And you may have misunderstood. (Ya-da-da-da)
By its cover, a book you shall not judge

Tell us about the scoundrel and the king, it's very good
Isn't that a bit long?
Of course, but the sooner you start, the sooner you'll finish

Once upon a time
There was a tale in which a king
Locked himself in his castle
And never came out
He never went to school, he learned nothing

He had weapons, shields
Wise ministers
But he was sad
Why?
Because he never knew anything about numbers
He never read a line
His crown was immense
His brain that of a mouse

The queen issued
The proclamation they knew
Children, ladies, gentlemen
The entire town
I want the teachers!
And she went to the hairdresser

They approached from the east
From the west and the south
From cities, universities
To instruct him with their light

But the king did not learn
Someone had to pay for it
And the queen had the teachers
Beheaded
And also
All the widows received
A royal note

But one day out of nowhere
Someone was heard singing
He said: I am a scoundrel
And I've come to teach the king

And the queen hid
Her jewels for fear
Of this crazy man
Who imparts rules of value

He said
Be a happy king
Enjoy your condition
And never pretend to be
Someone else, think about it

It was all fun
The king found a friend
They went towards the rainbow
Had a good time together

And if there's a moral
It's that you can't trust
What appears is not real
Especially with Dr. Jekyll
Who was Mr. Hyde
What do you think?

The truth is what there is
And what this charlatan brings you
What matters is what's inside
Of oneself if you pay attention

And a book by its cover
Should never be judged
Perhaps behind the cover it will be revealed
That the villain is the hero
Don't forget what has been said here!
And open a book before sleeping!
We're going to sing it once more (they're kicking us out!)
Do not judge (don't forget it)
Do not judge (I won't ask you again)
By its cover, a book you shall never judge