Yo Corro

(Excuse me Mr. Cornet...
What a stupid Cornet...
Hey, hold on, you're going to get heated up)

My woolen craft has a lot to do
with running over the roofs of the neighbors
so much smoking doesn't let me run
and the cornet is chasing me with shots.

I shoot one, I shoot two, I shoot one, I shoot two
I go out killing and I don't stop running
I shoot one, I shoot two, I shoot one, I shoot two
and I sing loudly to your woman.

And I smoke, I run, I run
I smoke and run the same
And I smoke, I run, I run
I smoke and run the same. (Repeat all)