Bailare Sobre Tu Tumba

I'll kill you with my tap shoes
I will suffocate you with my ballet leotard
I will hang you with my tuxedo
And you will die while the disc jockey laughs

And I will dance on your grave
And I will dance on your grave

I will cut your throat with a sharp disc
From the Rolling Stones, or from the Shadows
You will swallow the cassette collection
From the Shangri-Las or the Ronettes

And I will dance on your grave
And I will dance on your grave

I'll nail my guitar to you
I will crush you with my piano
I will skin you with my cymbals
I'll trepan you with my Hammond organ

And I will dance on your grave
And I will dance on your grave
And I will dance on your grave
And I will dance on your grave