Monsieur Bigoté (part. Elena Vives)

The moon peeks curiously into the house
A ray pierces through in pajamas the safe place
It seems to augur a party, the ice cream and the cream
And a gnome searching in the can for the precious treat

To be happy
Is to walk and breathe
Is to understand that there's no equal
That you are the strength you carry within

To be like this
When you look at me and leave
And not without first giving me that mustache that makes me laugh

Mr. Bigoté, please
I don't speak French (please, please, I don't speak French)
Mr. Bigoté, please
Please serve me the tea (please, please, please serve me the tea)

The moon awakens asleep in my cup of milk
Pirates raid my bed looking to dream
And so fast asleep, I take them to the hot water
And we all rush to the school bus

To be happy
When you look at me and leave
And not without first giving me that mustache that makes me laugh

Mr. Bigoté, please
I don't speak French (please, please, I don't speak French)
Mr. Bigoté, please
Please serve me the tea (please, please, please serve me the tea)

I want to return to this land again
To meet Lucas, Cande, and Made
With Elena and Pedro, and eat a croissant
On the San Andres road

Please, please, please serve me the tea

Mr. Bigoté, please
I don't speak French (please, please, I don't speak French)
Mr. Bigoté, please
I don't speak English (please, please, I don't speak French)

Mr. Bigoté, please
I don't speak Chinese