La Bujía

Yo, fags, let me explain what a spark plug is
A spark plug
A spark plug
A spark plug

I was a queer until the spark plug came along
Finally realized I’m not a chick
It’s no joke, learn the lesson
Knowing what a spark plug is makes you less of a fag

I was confused too, I liked guys
You won’t believe it, I even changed my pronouns
But one fine day I made a choice
And I ran off to conversion therapy

Which was really a mechanics class

She dances with the car, she’s my guide
She’s the lighter’s stone, what is it? The spark plug
She dances with the car, she’s my guide
She turns you straight, what is it? The spark plug

You yes, you yes, you yes, you no
Alright, from what I see, you’re all getting less gay
So no one can doubt this therapy

From queer to spark plug, from Chueca to Gandía
And now Supremme looks like a chick to me
And there’s a Javi, and another Javi, who are now Carlos Montagud and José Tramoyeres
I ate some pears, I shit my pants

She dances with the car, she’s my guide
She’s the lighter’s stone, what is it? The spark plug
She dances with the car, she’s my guide
She turns you straight, what is it? The spark plug

And I want to get married, decorate the house
Post a story on WhatsApp every day
Have a girlfriend named Margiela
And on Valentine’s, at Tagliatella

Machine, beast, champ, mastodon
Fuck Lana Del Rey and play Omar Montes

She dances with the car
She dances with the car

From Cher to Chernobyl, my flair is now lead
All this hawk was once a dove
Your drag act doesn’t do anything for me
I’m busy training for the Gala

From Voltaire to the shop, from fetish to Betis
And always ahead, never behind
Afternoon beers, eh, eh, with Yoseba from Carglass, eh

Serving monkey
From drag queen to tractor driver

She dances with the car, she’s my guide
She’s the lighter’s stone, what is it? The spark plug
She dances with the car, she’s my guide
She turns you straight, what is it? The spark plug

She dances with the car, she’s my guide
She’s the lighter’s stone, what is it? The spark plug
She dances with the car, she’s my guide
She turns you straight, what is it? The spark plug

And now that I’m done, I’m out
Hope there’s no fags left in this room
And if there’s one, maybe it’s because they’re resisting me
Because conversion therapy doesn’t exist