The psychoanalyst ordered me to not watch you
only masochists enjoy with you.
My faithful lover, poor tv set
though nobody sings, I'll sing to you.
Iñigo without mustache, Balbin with flu,
for deep changes, I prefer Felipe's
Lola in tail dress and myself
about to spit at the tv set.
Telespaniard who watches TV, God keep you,
one of the two channels will freeze your heart
I ignored logarithms and Cervantes
and came to Madrid to be a singer,
but since I sang with intention
they put three rhombus to my song.
I'm sorry that the show I like the most
is the one called "Test card",
though some insist in assert
that "Closedown" is better.
The chides intensify from Rome
towards our embarrassing parts
they forget that sex doesn't make believe
more than when it's followed by excommunication
I feel like a mute singing to deafs,
Petete of the big book already said it
don't talk about the LODE and abortion
if you don't want to mess with the church.
The government "if I were president"
wouldn't think twice in biting off
the saber noise going on everytime
the colonel cables cross.
Stop taking us like retarded
stop touching our genitals
tell the things the way they are
let the imagination reach the top