Vacaburra (Every Breath You Take)
Son dos años ya
O quizá son tres
Pero la verdad
Aún no se porque
Contigo me casé
Eras un bonbon
Experta y muy sensual
Pero esa pasión
Por la deglución
Te ha echo un carcamal
Yo nunca vi
Glotoneria igual
Pero que mas da
Tu gula no tiene fin
Fabada pollo y café
Menú tradicional
Que sueles tomar
A eso de las seis
Para merendar
Deja de comer
Ya no aguanto mas
Ya nada es como era
Tiempo atrás
Quiero salir y volver a pasear
Pero tus carnes no pasan del portal
Ya no puedo seguir viviendo así
Yo nunca viii
Glotoneria igual
Pero que mas da
Tu gula no tiene fin
Ese nuevo festín
Con enbutido y pan
Llegara a su fin
Y te oire decir
No te engañes mas
Todo se acabó
Vas a reventar
Deja de tragar
Deja de sudar
Que asco me das
Vacaburra
Chocolate y pan
Y a por quilos va
Me vas a arruinar
Cachalote
Dos tostadas mas
Te preparas ya
Pronto estallaras
Focamonje
Deja de tragar
Deja de sudar
Que asco me das
Vacaburra
Vacaburra (Every Breath You Take)
It's been two years
Or maybe three
But the truth is
I still don't know why
I married you
You were a hottie
Skilled and very sensual
But that passion
For swallowing
Has turned you into a wreck
I've never seen
Such gluttony
But what does it matter
Your greed knows no end
Fabada, chicken, and coffee
Traditional menu
That you usually have
Around six
For a snack
Stop eating
I can't take it anymore
Nothing is the same
As it used to be
I want to go out and stroll again
But your flesh doesn't go beyond the doorstep
I can't keep living like this
I've never seeeeen
Such gluttony
But what does it matter
Your greed knows no end
This new feast
With sausage and bread
Will come to an end
And I'll hear you say
Don't fool yourself
It's all over
You're going to burst
Stop swallowing
Stop sweating
You disgust me
Vacaburra
Chocolate and bread
And gaining pounds
You're going to ruin me
Sperm whale
Two more toasts
You're getting ready
You'll explode soon
Monkfish
Stop swallowing
Stop sweating
You disgust me
Vacaburra