Crudelia

My head is a bomb about to explode
and my breath smells like city sewer.
The other night was a blast.
In a group, we crashed a party,
we went straight to the kitchen
and ended up in the back.

Let's drink!
Celebrate!
Who invited them?
-No, they already left.
-The one who was here?
-They went to party.
-And that other one over there?
-He wants to dance.

My head is a bomb about to explode.
I have a hangover, I won't drink again.
And it's because at last night's party
we mixed tepache with pulque,
with a bit of anise and mezcal
and ended up in the back.

Let's drink!
Celebrate!
-I started to dance,
then I fell,
I broke the table.
I tried to hold on
and I dropped the cake.
I won't do it again!