Hasta Diez

One, two, three, you have to clean
Until the floors shine again
I want them not to leave a bit of dust
And to prove it I will pass my big toe

Four, five, six, you have to order
And that everything returns to its place

They line me up and distance themselves
I want aprons without any stain
Or again without dessert you will stay

We are rotten (rotten!)
We no longer give (rotten!)
Seven, eight, nine, let's get away
There must be a world in another place
Where they don't yell at us and love us more

We are rotten (rotten!)
We no longer give (rotten!)
Seven, eight, nine, let's get away
There must be a world in another place
Where they don't yell at us and love us more

One, two, three, you have to clean
Four, five, six, you have to order
Seven, eight, nine, we can't anymore
If we count until ten, everything will change!

We are rotten (rotten!)
We no longer give (rotten!)
Seven, eight, nine, let's get away
There must be a world in another place
Where they don't yell at us and love us more

There must be a world in another place
Where they don't yell at us and love us more