La Ovejita Lucera

That my poor lucera sheep
So skinny and old can't walk anymore
That my poor lucera sheep
I've put a milk bottle collar on her
I lead her tied with a rope
And to prevent her from biting, I've put a muzzle on her
And from scratching so much
She has no teeth, no wool, nothing left

What a pity when the little sheep bleats: Beeeeeh
And when the little lamb answers: Baaaaah
I feel like kicking her when she starts to bleat
And sometimes I have to let her go
When she squats down to pee and then the rest
That gives me a perfect perfume on my nose

My little sheep, what a hassle, what a hassle
I have three of her four legs lame
I call her and she sticks out her tongue saying: baaah
I call her and since she's deaf
I have to throw stones to make her hear me

I feel sorry
Sorry, what a pity
When she bleats, the little sheep
Beeh
And when the little lamb answers: baaaah
And I feel like kicking her
When she starts to bleat
And sometimes I have to let her go
When she squats down to pee
And then the rest
She gives me at least a quintal of olives