Con Ellas Yo Soy Feliz

I put on synthetic boots and a padded sweater
And I kidnap diabetics because I am uncontrollable
I put them in a tower and ration the insulin
If any get bored, I let them read the dunia.

With them I am happy and I am so content
That I will repeat the Council of Trent
Even if it doesn't make sense
Even if it doesn't make sense.

To keep them I steal from pharmacies
Although this job doesn't please me as much
And it's in this part that I lack a verse
That's why everyone mocks me.

With them I am happy
(Bla, bla, bla,)