El Palmar de Troya
Me voy a sevilla inmediatamente
Mi chica es devota del papa Clemente
Vestida de negro hasta los tobillos
Contempla orgullosa su look tridentino
Por fin conoce al papa cismático
Y nota en seguida que es muy simpático
Se lleva a Clemente al pesebre
Para darle celos a Lefevre
En éxtasis místico se arrodilla
Se eleva y vuela sobre Sevilla
El se mutila todos los días
Con botellas rotas de González Byass
Clemente, Clemente, no te mutiles más
Clemente, Clemente, por la santa faz
La masa piadosa por poco me arrolla
Cuando me dirigía al palmar de troya
En alba de tormes, Clemente sucumbe
Ante la avalancha de la muchedumbre
Todos van a la academia de baile
Clemente aprende tangos por braille
Dios le castigó por onanista
Y el pobre hombre perdió la vista
Que placer tan delicado es estar excomulgado
The Palm Grove of Troya
I'm going to Seville immediately
My girlfriend is devoted to Pope Clement
Dressed in black down to the ankles
She proudly contemplates her Tridentine look
Finally meet the schismatic pope
And you notice right away that he is very nice
Clement is taken to the manger
To make Lefevre jealous
In mystical ecstasy he kneels
It rises and flies over Seville
He mutilates himself every day
With broken bottles of González Byass
Clemente, Clemente, don't mutilate yourself anymore
Clemente, Clemente, by the holy face
The pious mass almost ran me over
When I was heading to the Palmar de Troya
At the dawn of Tormes, Clemente succumbs
Before the avalanche of the crowd
Everyone goes to the dance academy
Clemente learns tangos through Braille
God punished him for being an onanist
And the poor man lost his sight
What a delicate pleasure it is to be excommunicated