No Sopor... , No Sopor...

Today I woke up on the wrong side
Too much blood on the news
I have only one letter in the mailbox
Sent by my bank, telling me no
My wife left with a lawyer
Who pays for her vices, who wins the lawsuits
And you, what's your deal? Who are you calling old?
I tell the idiot behind the mirror
I'm a tough guy with iron will
Who goes out on the street challenging the future
And I step on a dog's mess on the sidewalk
And I arrive at work a bit late, and the boss
Kicks me in the ass and sends me to hell
And the chorus says: I'm happy, move forward
The unemployment line is not for singers

So I head to the phoniatrist's office
Who tells me I'll never be Frank Sinatra
And I leave defeated again into the night
And the damn tow truck took my car
To celebrate, I order another drink
And a friend vomits on my clothes
And it rains, and a taxi that looks like a boat
Runs me over and leaves me sitting in a puddle

And struggling, I make it to the casino
To tempt fate in the form of a roulette
And fate pays me back by leaving me broke
Reeking of wine and with fourteen pesetas
And seeing that the planet has me in checkmate
I decide to handle it alone in the toilet
And, while I relieve myself in that way
I get a huge pinch on one of my balls
With the new zipper of my pants
And suddenly I feel an annoying tickle
From the zipper to the top of my head
And I discover I have crabs!
And I scratch, and I shave, and I cut myself
-As if I didn't have enough, now I have an abortion
Chorus of losers: This is too much
Not only cuckolded but beaten

And when I decide to end this shit
About to hang myself, the rope breaks
And instead of being happy, I'm left wanting
To travel to hell through that window
And the chorus says: Quite a gentleman
Doesn't jump into the void from the first floor

And on foot I end up in the Plaza de Santa Ana
To hang out in another nightclub
Infested with tourists, drunks, speed freaks
And a cheeky girl comes up to me
Saying she's a friend of Panchito Varona
You look like a good person
Looking for a bit of a bad boy vibe
You're going to invite me for a line, right?
I wish I had, darling, I swear
By my mother's glory that I'm broke
But cheer up that serious face
You're in your lucky night, kid
And in the middle of a hysterical fit
I land on the dance floor unable to escape
From the smell of bodies
-Sweating, sweating-
From the heat of the lights
-Spinning, spinning-
From my trembling legs
From my screaming mouth: Not that
Not that, please, have mercy
Don't you understand that I can't stand
Can't stand
I can't stand rap
I can't stand rap
I can't stand
I can't stand
I can't stand rap