Botija Rapado
Patricio Rey y Sus Redonditos de Ricota
Shaved Botija
He was recording walls
A while before fleeing,
From the shackle to the bag
From the old watercress hill
And humming his la-lan
He wanted to steer his dreams
And he crossed the line... la-lan-lan
Hearts and every arrow in its place
He drew, drowsy, very open windows
On the walls at the time of killing...
He started a new life
Like his la-lan-lan song
He put a .38
In the back of his dad
-.Turquito, cover me, it's cold
And give me a warm and rich little poxi ran ass.-
I can cross the pond in time
And on the ferry he hummed... la-lan-lan-la-lan...
He got away!
