El Fantasma Come Colores

This is the story of a hungry ghost who leaves everything white
With his big appetite, what he loves most is to suck up colors
What he picks in a single sip will turn white, white it will be
Wherever he goes, he leaves a trail, devouring everything in sight

If he touches the red of roses, strawberries, watermelon, or clothes, chip chip chip, white in a flash
If he touches the yellow of lemons, ducklings, bananas, or the truck, chip chip chip, white in a flash
If he touches the blue of a dolphin, scooter, or garden flowers, chip chip chip chip, white in a flash

This is the story of a hungry ghost who leaves everything white
With his big appetite, what he loves most is to suck up colors
What he picks in a single sip will turn white, white it will be
Wherever he goes, he leaves a trail, devouring everything in sight

If he touches the green of frogs, leaves, hats, or apples, chip chip chip, white in a flash
If he touches the orange of a lion, ball, kite, or pants, chip chip chip, white in a flash
If he touches the purple of plums, bike, stuffed toy, or eggplant, chip chip chip, white in a flash

This is the story of a hungry ghost who leaves everything white
With his big appetite, what he loves most is to suck up colors
What he picks in a single sip will turn white, white it will be
Wherever he goes, he leaves a trail, devouring everything in sight

If he touches the brown of mountains, logs, dogs, or chestnuts, chip chip chip, white in a flash
If he touches the pink of grapefruit, balloons, tables, or candies, chip chip chip, white in a flash
If he touches the sky blue of the sky, parrot, pencil, or the ground, chip chip chip, white in a flash