El Palmar de Troya

I'm going to Seville immediately
My girlfriend is devoted to Pope Clement
Dressed in black down to the ankles
She proudly contemplates her Tridentine look

Finally meet the schismatic pope
And you notice right away that he is very nice
Clement is taken to the manger
To make Lefevre jealous
In mystical ecstasy he kneels
It rises and flies over Seville

He mutilates himself every day
With broken bottles of González Byass

Clemente, Clemente, don't mutilate yourself anymore
Clemente, Clemente, by the holy face
The pious mass almost ran me over
When I was heading to the Palmar de Troya

At the dawn of Tormes, Clemente succumbs
Before the avalanche of the crowd
Everyone goes to the dance academy
Clemente learns tangos through Braille

God punished him for being an onanist
And the poor man lost his sight
What a delicate pleasure it is to be excommunicated