I was walking on the sidewalk of the abastos plaza
because I was going for a peseta of beans.
When suddenly some horrifying voices
started to sound in my head.
Some voices saying that my mother has a moustache.
your mother has a moustache.
your mother has a moustache.
your mother, your mother, your mother, your mother, your mother has a moustache.
your mother, your mother, your mother, your mother, your mother has a moustache.
And she doesn't shave it because when she shaves
she remains with a white spot under the nose
which makes her uglier.
your mother has a moustache
and here in the school everybody call you
the son of the moustachy seal
that cleans the stairs hahahahahaha
moustache, moustache, moustache, moustache,
moustache, moustache, moustache, mou noooo.
your mother, your mother, your mother, your mother, your mother has a moustache.
your mother, your mother, your mother, your mother, your mother has a moustache.
and you'll carry all your life the stigma of your mom's moustache
even if you send her to peel off, hahaha
beware she doesn't touch you
his mother to not touch you,
because as she found out you call her a seal
she'll pluck you and remove your skin
for calling her seal, for calling her seal
you better hide so she can't get you
because she'll choke you.
for calling her seal, for calling her seal
for calling her seal, for calling her seal, for calling her seal
you better hide because she knows you're telling
she has in the face, she has in the face
she has, she has, she has, she has a
moustache, moustache, moustache, moustache.
hahahaahahahaha
your mother has a moustache
what a pretty one
your mother, your mother, your mother, your mother, your mother has a moustache.
your mother, your mother, your mother, your mother, your mother has a moustache.
your father is a civil guard