Just Want To Meter Mi Gol

Taquetin taqueton the champion team
The cheerleaders wear pink pom poms

Full house of the band that raffles
In fact, even the head of FIFA is there

Here in the colossus the field and across the field
The feeling in the air is like San Pancho

And a dress gives off a strange smell of poop
The mascot is a cow coming forward

Blowing the whistle the game starts
The one who has never bought, he has always lied

Not to make a goal in your hole

Just want to score my goal

Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal

Don't make it two in the Azteca
Score a goal that is from Chonteca

I'm tired, referee sold
Touching Alvedreses all the party

One by one, two by two
Put in the center, fighting for the ball

What did you score, faggot referee?
He is the son of Juanga and an Americanist

Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal

Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal

Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal