No quiero un rey tan campechano
Yo quiero un principe enano
No quiero saber nada del balon-mano
Ke pa ke pa pasa ke pasa
Ke pa ke pa ke pasa
Que se ha caido una casa
Que han devuelto rumasa
Y han subido las tasas
Que el papa esta de guasa
¡Que dice que hoy se casa!
Que hoy ha perdido el barça
¡¿Ke pasa!?
Ke hay demasiada gente
Gente que es demasiao
Se busca urgentemente
Quien reparta el bacalao
Dosis urgentes, metadona
En el mercao
Gentes ingentes
Paraos desamparaos
Mentes dementes
Que se creen importantes
Sientes que mienten
Y te ponen caliente, caliente
Ke han bajado las ventas
Que torean en el infierno
Que dicen que hay tormenta
Que esta lloviendo en el cielo
El pan ya no alimenta
Carl lewis ya no lo intenta
Kim basinger ya tiene cincuenta
¡¿Qué pasa!?
Hay diarios incendiarios
Calendarios varios
Pa cada usuario
Hay notarios
Que le trae mal fario
El rollo milenario
Llamando a super mario!
Vente pal escenario
Que se están cargando
El barrio
Como un supositorio
Te llega mi espectro
De material etereo
Yo te canto mi temario
Te lo canto en estereo
Y te resulta mas notorio
Lleno está el cementerio
De cerebros precarios
Soy perico delgado
Y tu eres mi gregario
Eres algo inventado
Y yo el doctor bacterio
Siempre eres el multado
Y yo el beneficiario
Tu mente es un poblado
Y la mia un imperio
¿¡Pero que pasa!?
¿Quieres que te lo repita?
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Estopa – La Bombillita
Estopa – Madre
Ke Pasa!? Lyrics English
I do not want such a Caminchan King
I want a dwarf prince
I do not want to know anything about the ball-hand
Ke pa ke passes ke pasa
Ke pa ke ke pasa passes
That a house has fallen
Who have returned Rumasa
And they have uploaded rates
That the Pope is from Guasa
May he say that he today marries!
That he has lost the barça today
What happens!?
Ke there are too many people
People who are too much
It is urgently sought
Who distributes the cod
Urgent doses, methadone
In the Merca
Huge people
Fairy paras
Minds demented
Who are believed to be important
You feel that they lie
And they put you warm, hot
Ke have lowered sales
That to wh#re in hell
Who say there is a storm
That is raining in the sky
The bread does not feed
Carl Lewis does not try anymore
Kim Basinger is already fifty
What happens!?
There are incendiary newspapers
Various calendars
PA each user
There are notaries
That brings him badly
The millennial roll.
Calling Super Mario!
Come Pal scenario
That are being loaded
The neighborhood
As a suppository
I get my spectrum
Of Etereous material
I sing my agenda
I sing it on stereo
And it is more noticeable
Full is the cemetery
Of precarious brains
I am a thin perian
And you are my gregarious
You are something invented
And me the doctor bacterio
You are always the fined
And I the beneficiary
Your mind is a town
And mine an empire
What’s going on!?
Do you want me to repeat it?
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Estopa Lyrics – Ke Pasa!?
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