Como Los Monos de Gibaltrar

If she's tall, blonde and her name is Gaspar
If that's what her ID and her mom say
If the commissioner says it's fine
But that she's not a social danger
Since she was little, she was very personal
She wouldn't even cut herself with glass
She loses herself in gestures, she's an open book
Otherwise, she's a piece of cake.

Being the son and grandson of a military man
Fate wanted this special test for him
His mother says that's his hair
And when she saw him completely waxed
She could never recover
She doesn't know what to talk about with her friends
His father is all unrest
They don't really know what could have gone wrong.

Like the monkeys of Gibraltar
They cover their eyes so as not to look
They cross their fingers, they ask the sky
For a divine lightning to make him normal again.
Like the monkeys of Gibraltar
They cover their eyes so as not to look
When they see him going down the street
Holding onto the waist like a sea arm.

If she's tall, blonde and her name is Gaspar
And she's at the age to start flirting
Let's see who can stop her
Suddenly one day she wants to get married
That if the registry, her identity
Is a burden and she wants to change it
They rent an apartment, move in
And she's going to study to become an officer.