Botija Rapado
Patricio Rey y Sus Redonditos de Ricota
Shaved Botija
He was recording walls
A while before escaping
From the stocks to the stock market
From the old watercress hill
And humming his la-lan
He wanted to pilot his dreams
And he crossed the line, la-lan-lan
Hearts and every arrow in its place
I was drawing, sleepily, windows wide open
On the walls at the time of killing
A new life began
Like their la-lan-lan song
He finally put the ⅜ in it
On the back of his dad's neck
Turk, cover me, it's cold
And give me a warm and delicious Poxi ran ass
He was able to cross the pond in time
And on the ferry I hummed la-lan-lan
He got away!
