El Marques de txorrapelada

He proudly claims to be well born.
For being big-headed with a silver forceps.
Worthy successor of illustrious surnames.
He says what he says and, you know what I say?
That something must be done to see if he shuts up.
Make way for his eminence.
Make way for the marquis is approaching.
They say that girls lose their minds
when the cord of their robe falls to the ground. They say
that he doesn't refuse boys either.
He says what he says and,
you know what I say? That this is the Marquis of Txorrapelada.
He says his neighbors love him so much
that they are going to name a square after him.
He says deep down he is a simple man.
He says what he says and,
you know what I say? That I
shit on him and his whole fucking race.