Mala

One, Two, Three and
Bad, this song is bad
I fly out my window
I work with my shovel

Bad, like alcallotas
Like Puss in Boots
This song is bad

Bad, like frozen pizza
Like the war in Bosnia
Like juice powder

Bad, but it's mine!
But it's mine!
But it's mine!
Uh, uh uhhh!!

I will feel to you forever!
I will feel to you because you!
I will fell to not because to me you!

No more trucks!
No more whales!
No more revolving doors!
No more barricades!
No to forests!
No more carpets!
No more remote controls!
No more school vans!
And no more schoolchildren!