Max, estás hecho una pena

The idiot Mel Gibson
has lent you his face
give thanks it wasn't
Micky Rourke or Alfredo Landa
more octanes more octanes
to feed the turbo
they chase you through the wasteland
Hummungus' friends

And look at yourself Max,
you're a sorry sight Max, you're a sorry sight

Rockatansky, to your woman
Baba Zanetti killed her
now you long for your lady
and how well she made spaghetti
remember, Max, remember
women's lingerie
What are you doing here now
looking for gasoline?

And look at yourself Max, you're a sorry sight Max,
you're a sorry sight

Where's the gas
gasoline where is it
if you had fuel
how many miles would you walk
you eat cans for dogs
that, yum! yum!, are very good
there's a massacre tonight
and tomorrow goodbye very good

And look at yourself Max, you're a sorry sight Max,
you're a sorry sight