Enrique el ultrassur
Los Nikis
Enrique the ultrassur
Deep down he's not a bad boy,
although sometimes he gets out of hand.
He passed everything in vocational training,
one Sunday he goes to Mass, and the next one too.
In Argüelles they think he's a formal guy.
He has visceral hatred:
Nuñez, Gil, and other rivals.
His name is Enrique, he's an ultrassur.
He mistreats the goalkeepers from the south end.
And he's an ultrassur, and he's an ultrassur,
ultra, ultra, ultrassur.
Sunday has arrived,
his family has gone to bingo.
Spiked wristbands very sharp,
he painted his scorpions in white and purple,
be careful, Boixos Nois, they're coming for you.
Poor Zubizarreta,
today it's his turn for the roulette...
His name is Enrique, and he's an ultrassur.
He mistreats the goalkeepers from the south end.
And he's an ultrassur, he's an ultrassur,
ultra, ultra, ultrassur.
