O Chato

Ah, every annoying one is nice
never does us any harm
ah, every annoying one is calm
as if lacking salt
Ah, every annoying one tells you
where they spent Christmas
And always gives you a tip
on where to go for carnival
Ah, every annoying one nudges you
to pay attention
calls your head a 'cuca'
and scratches a guitar
says they invented a song
and plays the six hundred they made
and when you open your mouth and yawn
they play it all over again
Ah, every annoying one is slimy
but there's no way to avoid it
I'm annoying and my God I can't stand it
just throwing myself into the sea