Enrique el ultrassur
Los Nikis
Enrique the ultrassur
Deep down he's not a bad boy
Although sometimes he gets carried away
He has passed everything in FP
One Sunday he goes to mass
And the other one too
In Argüelles they think he is a formal boy
He has visceral hatreds
Nuñez, Gil and other rivals
His name is Enrique
And he is an ultrassur
He mistreats the goalkeepers
From the south end
And he is an ultrassur
And he is an ultrassur
Ultra, ultra, ultrassur
Sunday has arrived
His family has gone to bingo
Wrist guards with very sharp spikes
He has painted his Scorpion white and purple
Be careful, Boixos Nois, they are going to come for you
Poor Zubizarreta
Today is the roulette's turn
His name is Enrique
And he is an ultrassur
He mistreats the goalkeepers
From the south end
And he is an ultrassur
He is an ultrassur
Ultra, ultra, ultrassur
And he is an ultrassur
He is an ultrassur
Ultra, ultra, ultrassur
Ultrassur
