Day of the Dead

I was just a tourist the first time I went to Mexico.
I was a stranger, in danger in a world unknown.
A clap of thunder and the ground around me did explode.
And evil skeletons in dozens came out from that hole.
Why? No lie!

It was the day of the dead.
Did you hear what I just said?
Oh, oh, oh, I didn’t even know.
It was the day of the dead.
I tried not to lose my head.
Oh, oh, oh, way down in Mexico.
The place was jumpin’ with the reaper swayin’ to and fro.
An evil skeleton made off with my beef burrito.
They opened the piñata and a swarm of bats went up my nose.
I lost all bowel control and knew that it was time to go.
Why? No lie!

It was the day of the dead.
Did you hear what I just said?
Oh, oh, oh, I didn’t even know.
It was the day of the dead.
I tried not to lose my head.
Oh, oh, oh, way down in Mexico.
The locals tell me not to fear. It happens at least once a year.
When hell is full the dead will walk the Earth and
apparently they come up here for the beer.
Why? No lie!

It was the day of the dead.
Did you hear what I just said?
Oh, oh, oh, I didn’t even know.
It was the day of the dead.
I tried not to lose my head.
Oh, oh, oh, way down in Mexico.
Dia de los muertos sien calcas vio.
Oh, oh oh y el gringo se asusto.
Dia de lost muertos el cabron se arrugo.
Oh, Oh, Oh, aqui en Mexico.
Corre carajo que los muertos estan en la calle!

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