Telespañolito

Don't look at you, says the psychoanalyst
Only masochists enjoy you
My faithful lover and poor TV
Even though no one sings to you, I sing to you

Iñigo without a mustache, Patín with the flu
For profound changes, those of Felipe
Lola in a robe with a train and me
About to spit at the TV

TV Spanishito
Who watches TV, may God keep you
One of the two channels
Will freeze your heart

I moved on from logarithms and Cervantes
And came to Madrid to be a singer
But since I sang with intention
Three X's hung from my song

I regret that the program I like the most
Is the one called Test Card
Although some insist on affirming
That Farewell and Sign-Off connects more

TV Spanishito
Who watches TV, may God keep you
One of the two channels
Will freeze your heart

Reprimands come from Rome
Towards our private parts
They forget that sex is not exciting
Unless it's followed by excommunication

I feel like a mute singing to the deaf
As Petete says from the big book
About abortion and the Law, it's better not to talk
If you don't want to clash with the Church

TV Spanishito
Who watches TV, may God keep you
One of the two channels
Will freeze your heart

If I were President, the government
I wouldn't hesitate to sink my teeth
Into the sound of swords that appear
Every time the colonel's wires cross

Stop treating us like idiots
Stop touching our genitals
Tell us things as they are
Let imagination rise

TV Spanishito
Who watches TV, may God keep you
One of the two channels
Will freeze your heart