Malvados (Portugal)

Mom, they're always up to something
All night and all day
But before you get home
Everything disappears
As if by magic

They are evil
But before you get home
Everything disappears
They are evil
Let me tell you how it is:
E-V-I-L!

They built a fair
And a beach in the backyard
Took the cattle to the city
Took them out of the pen

We traveled through time
When we went to the museum
They built giant robots
I don't know what got into them

They are evil
And the craziness they do
Causes me stress attacks

They are evil
Everyone sing!
E-V-I-L!

I know you think they're saints
But they're not, so forget it
Because they are so
E-V-I-L!

They are evil
They annoy me so much that my brain never cools down
I don't feel very well
They are evil
Everyone sing!
E-V-I-L!

That's right, folks
E-V-I-L!
That's right, they are
Some evil kids!

Yeah!