De Cachibu de Cachivaca

I have an uncle named Mister Chips
He's a poet from head to toe
He's got a poem that's pretty fantastic
Day and night, he repeats it non-stop

From cachibú, from cachibú to cachivaca
The spinach gets mashed up
The tie goes around the neck
And the shoes go on the feet

In this hand, I have five fingers
And in this other one, two and three

One day my uncle prepared his poem
And without a second thought, he entered it in a contest
A judge said: This is fantastic
This poem is the one that’s gonna win

Before long, everyone found out
And his poem became the talk of the town
From Italy to China
His poem sailed around
And even in the tribe
The best dancer was busting a move

From cachibú, from cachibú to cachivaca
The spinach gets mashed up
The tie goes around the neck
And the shoes go on the feet
In this hand, I have five fingers
And in this other one, two and three
In this hand, I have five fingers
And in this other one, two and three