La Peste a Rebelde (Español Latino)

The school stinks, that's what I feel
Without speaking, infected worm
It stinks and is very disturbing

It requires a sharp sense of smell
But I know how to detect
It's the smell of rebellion
Of the obscene insurrection

Their principal, maggots, is not scared
And perceived the odor
That horrendous and disgusting pest

I will tire them out and make them sweat
With Phys-Ed I will separate
The smelly from the rebel

Here, monsters
I'll take care of it now, Jenny

The rebel pest
Will emerge when sweating
And I will make them perspire

And a bit of Phys-Ed
Will help me perceive
Those who conspire

If we have to prevent weeds from growing from the root
You must pull them out
Cause the worm to show itself at birth
And crush the mud

An insurgent stench
Smell of intention
Of prepubescent subversion

A whiff of revolt
Essence of chaos
Of anarchy in seed

And the sedition ends
Bursting the larvae
Double dose of action
Stops the decay

Discipline, discipline, for those who refuse to listen
Those who dare to laugh, those who like to argue

Their chatter and loquacity, their chattering and squawking
They mend, if I strive to discipline

It is essential that I insist on solid discipline
Of unworthy, anarchic, and hypocritical behavior
There is no time to waste on compassionate complaints
The worms just need to be disciplined

Their foolishness and whining, their drool and snot
Their I need to go to the bathroom, a scolding and you won't go
It's not a mysterious formula, the art of teaching
It's in disciplining, disciplining, disciplining!

There's a rebel pest, insurrection
Prepubescent subversion
Aromas of opposition, of opposition
Of moral corruption in the making

(Agatha Trunchbull has done it again)
(What an athlete!, what a winner!)

And I think of a world without children
It's an ideal dream
Imagine, I try
Peace and silence
A beautiful place

And a forest with a cabin
And inside you will find
A parrot, it's Zeek
And a freak guest
Who was a magician at a carnival

Saying
That your horses don't run away
That they never leave
If you expand your light
You will see them like you

With their neigh, neigh
Neigh, neigh

She's crazy!

Ah, and there, I said it
The abject larva has emerged
There can't be anything so repellent
They had never smelled anything worse

Than the rebel pest, insurrection
The stench of insubordinates
Aroma of opposition, of opposition

I will crush them, without hesitation
And drown their revolution
With sweaty ideal discipline
And so the stench
Will go away