Por España (feat. Papa Topo)

Bad tongues say about me
That I'm the devil
That I'm just anyone

They tell black legends about me
And I confess my love, they're all true

I'm a taboo
A gay Judeo-Masonic Beelzebub
A harlot, a voodoo witch
I'm the queer you dream of

Send me your regiment
So they can punish me
Let the drums beat
Let the bells toll
Do it all for the homeland!
Paco, do it for Spain!

Oh, for Spain!
Make me suffer for Spain
Give me pain for Spain
Give me hell for Spain

Give me martyrdom
With excessive pain
To me, to those of my kind
Give us hell for Spain

My bed has four corners
Four little angels guarding it
Four bars on my window
And I wait for you on all fours

Oh, for Spain
Make me suffer for Spain
To me, to those of my kind
Give us hell for Spain

Oh, for Spain
Make me suffer for Spain
Give me pain for Spain
Give me hell for Spain

Oh, for Spain
Make me suffer for Spain
To me, to those of my kind
Give us hell for Spain

Paco, Paquillo, sexy leader
You'll be my bishop and I your altar boy
I'm your slave, I'm your submissive
Put a leash on me and take me to mass
I'm not boring, make me a rope
With the necklaces, your wife's necklaces
I really like your eagle
Like the trout likes the pike

For Spain, Paco!
You make me horny
Against the wall
Come, shoot me

For Spain, daddy!
Make me look pretty
Make me flirtatious
In a ditch

Come and lift my skirt
Come and lift my skirt
Come and lift my skirt
Oh, the red and yellow skirt
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh the red and yellow skirt
Come and lift my skirt

Look, Paco, what caliber
A big and free one
Oh, oh, oh, a big and free one
Look, Paco, what caliber

Look, Paco, yes, I'm a whore
Look, yes, I'm flattering
Look, Paco, yes, it's stiff
Like the incorruptible hand, and olé!
Of Santa Teresa