El Onanista de La Caja de Sorpresas
Era un hombrecito
Enamorado de una caja
Desde su rendija espía todo lo que pasa
Lo devora todo, pero nada le interesa
Es el onanista de la caja de sorpresas
Y mira como a un caimán, le gusta tomar cerveza
A coro con dos ranitas, por debajo de las mesas
Que de tanto mirar te llamarán el mirón
Pegado a tu cajita multicolor
Se te va la neurona que te queda
Guárdala con cariño y que no muera
Desde su agujero y solo moviendo un dedo
Puede bucear por la zona digital
Cambia mucho de canal, cuado algo le salpica
Porque no quiere manchar el barniz de su cajita
Y mira como unos niños, en denver, Colorado
Celebran aniversarios, con cien tiros de regalo
Que de tanto mirar te llamarán el mirón
Pegado a tu cajita multicolor
Se te va la neurona que te queda
Guárdala con cariño y que no muera
Y llegó el día de rendir cuentas a Dios
Pero no se decidía qué programa era el mejor
Ninguna cadena le dio su consuelo
Y pensó
Yo programo el vídeo por si acaso no me muero
Y mira que en los balcanes
Un loco sueña con gloria
Pensando que por la paz
Limpia su tierra de escoria
Que de tanto mirar te llamarán el mirón
Pegado a tu cajita multicolor
Se te va la neurona que te queda
Guárdala con cariño y que no muera
Ay, que tenga buena suerte amigo
No te mires al ombligo
The Masturbator of the Surprise Box
He was a little man
In love with a box
From its crack, he spies everything that happens
He devours everything, but nothing interests him
He's the masturbator of the surprise box
And like a crocodile, he enjoys drinking beer
In chorus with two little frogs, under the tables
From watching so much, they'll call you a peeping tom
Stuck to your colorful little box
You're losing the neuron you have left
Cherish it and don't let it die
From his hole and just moving a finger
He can dive into the digital zone
He changes channels a lot, when something splashes him
Because he doesn't want to stain the varnish of his box
And watches as some kids, in Denver, Colorado
Celebrate anniversaries, with a hundred shots as gifts
From watching so much, they'll call you a peeping tom
Stuck to your colorful little box
You're losing the neuron you have left
Cherish it and don't let it die
And the day came to be accountable to God
But he couldn't decide which program was the best
No network gave him comfort
And he thought
I'll program the video just in case I don't die
And see that in the Balkans
A madman dreams of glory
Thinking that for peace
He cleans his land of filth
From watching so much, they'll call you a peeping tom
Stuck to your colorful little box
You're losing the neuron you have left
Cherish it and don't let it die
Oh, may your friend have good luck
Don't just focus on yourself