Rei Dos Frangos

I spend all day at the barbecue flipping chickens
I fry potatoes and also make salads
When I stoke the charcoal, flames leap
And that's why I always have burnt eyelashes

Many wish they had shit under their nails
And sweaty hair with bedum
But cheating on prices, laughing at customers
Is not for everyone

I'm better known as the Chicken King of Moscavide
I smell like barbecue that's enticing and I don't even like chicken

When I get home, all I want to do is sleep
But it seems like the chickens don't want to let me go at night
Night after night, I dream that I'm running away
They come after me to attack

Featherless chickens in the thousands torment
my house
But in the morning, for sure
The revenge will be terrible on the grill