Botija Rapado
Patricio Rey y Sus Redonditos de Ricota
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Baldy Rap
He was tagging walls
A little before he ran away
From the cuffs to the bag
From the old Berro colony
And humming his la-la-la
He wanted to steer his dreams
And crossed the line, la-la-la
Hearts and every arrow in its place
Windows wide open
On the walls at the time of killing
He started a new life
Like his song of la-la-la
He finally put the
To his dad's neck
"Little Turk, cover me, it's cold
And give me a warm and nice little ass of Poxi-Ran"
He managed to cross the pond in time
And on the ferry, he hummed la-la-la
He got away!
