Enrique el ultrasur
Los Nikis
Enrique the Ultrasur
Deep down he's not a bad boy
although sometimes he gets carried away
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 and he's an Ultrasur
He mistreats the goalkeepers from the south end
...and he's an Ultrasur, and he's an Ultrasur,
ultra, ultra, Ultrasur
Sunday has arrived
his family has gone to bingo
Spiked wristbands well sharpened
he painted his scorpions in white and purple
be careful, Boixos Nois, they're coming for you
Poor Zubizarreta,
today he's up for the roulette...
His name is Enrique and he's an Ultrasur
He mistreats the goalkeepers from the south end
...and he's an Ultrasur, and he's an Ultrasur,
ultra, ultra, Ultrasur
