Válgame Juana

They say on the first day
God didn’t know
how to start

He made a rhythmic groove
But so tasty
and started to dance

His wife, the Goddess
watched him and laughed
And from the shine of her teeth
came the first light of day.

Oh my God, Juana, with that little round butt
like an apple.
Oh my God, Juana, my eyes are like little stars
When I see you in the morning.

The machine that moves the world
has broken down
The mechanics say
it’s out of whack

So brand new
And always, always, always
something goes wrong
Poor thing, every day she needs
a miracle.