Pesadilla en Elm Street
John Fitzgerald Kennedy se paseaba
como un idiota por Elm Street.
Él no sabía que aquél era el día
que Freddy curraba y pasó por allí.
(...) él era Freddy Krugger,
el Lee Harvey Oswald no disparó.
Jacky Onassis dijo que eran balas
y no las cuchillas lo que le mató.
Las balas no son tan malas
y por cuatro calas
te dan un montón.
Cómo era la Onassis que al darle a la cara
estaba cantando y otro gallo cantó.
Pesadilla en Elm Street.
Unos años antes Freddy mataba
a todos los niños en Elm Street.
El hombre del saco no era un mal caco,
que era un asesino gracioso y gentil.
Y fueron los padres y la fastidiaron:
quemaron a Freddy con mucho gasoil.
Todos creyeron que Freddy había muerto
y vivieron tranquilos justo hasta hoy.
No pueden dormir ni siquiera la siesta,
toman café y bocatas de anfeta,
se queman los pies con los cigarrillos
que ven anunciados por televisión.
Pesadilla en Elm Street.
Uno, dos, canta a viva voz;
tres, cuatro, el hombre del saco;
cinco, seis, decid lo que veis;
siete, ocho, cómete un bizcocho;
nueve, diez, ¿dónde está Fred?
Sale su lengua por el teléfono,
sale su cara de la pared,
mira sus garras, sus brazos enormes,
es rojo y verde el mugriento jersey.
El sombrero le tapa la mitad de la cara
que parece una pizza a la napolitana.
Krugger vive en las pesadillas
de todos los niños de Elm Street.
Nightmare on Elm Street
John Fitzgerald Kennedy was strolling
like an idiot down Elm Street.
He didn't know that was the day
Freddy was working and passed by there.
(...) he was Freddy Krugger,
Lee Harvey Oswald didn't shoot.
Jacky Onassis said they were bullets
and not the blades that killed him.
Bullets aren't so bad
and for four bucks
you get a bunch.
How was Onassis that when hitting him in the face
he was singing and another rooster crowed.
Nightmare on Elm Street.
A few years before Freddy was killing
all the kids on Elm Street.
The boogeyman wasn't a bad guy,
he was a funny and gentle killer.
And it was the parents and they messed up:
they burned Freddy with a lot of gasoline.
Everyone thought Freddy was dead
and they lived peacefully just until today.
They can't even nap,
they drink coffee and amphetamine sandwiches,
they burn their feet with cigarettes
advertised on TV.
Nightmare on Elm Street.
One, two, sing out loud;
three, four, the boogeyman;
five, six, say what you see;
seven, eight, eat a cupcake;
nine, ten, where's Fred?
His tongue comes out of the phone,
his face comes out of the wall,
look at his claws, his huge arms,
his dirty red and green sweater.
The hat covers half of his face
that looks like a Neapolitan pizza.
Krugger lives in the nightmares
of all the kids on Elm Street.