El Es... Rita La Cantadora [English translation]

He was a simple electrician,

But on a stormy night,

While fixing a telegraphic pole,

A strong electric discharge

Transformed every single cell of his body

And now, every time he is irritated,

He is... Rita The Singer

HA HA HA HA

His real name is Eusebio, he is an honest worker

Doesn't it occur to you to twitch your nerves,

With a simple look of disgust?

Eusebio breaks down, he is another man

You don't know him, beware of the face you put on

It was a night of rain and wind,

Eusebio returns from the plant

Turns around the corner and in a moment

A couple of huge bandits wanted to rob...

Poor Eusebio, they throw him down to ground,

When all of a sudden, a shrill scream paralyzes them...

It is Eusebio... It is not possible, it is not possible

I don't understand it... it is materialistically impossible

His small Adidas bag has transformed into a bag

And his bald head is no longer bald, it is a large mane

Ha... Ha...

You always have heard of Rita,

But never have seen her in the city.

There is a party being organized,

Come with me every one, if you know how to ride

And in the hills, hides Rita,

And by the nights someone has heard her sing

It is Eusebio... it is not possible...

It is Eusebio... it is not possible...

It is Eusebio... it is not possible, it is not possible

I don't understand it... it is materialistically impossible

His small Adidas bag has transformed into a bag

And his bald head is no longer bald, it is a large mane (x2)

(Ondie, how big the hairs have become)

(Based on the story by Javier Molina: "Mona Man")