El Ratón

All:
Today I saw a dead rat on the street
And the smell almost made me faint
It reminded me of the classroom
Of our national high school.

And if you go to the cemetery
Or if you visit the jail
You can swear they resemble
The national high school.

I wanted to escape from the high school
It gave me the creeps to be there
I want to forget about the high school
Where I lost my youth.

We have to chew gum in secret,
And lock ourselves to smoke
What bad luck it is to have to be
Locked up in the high school