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A very strange character
Who is always remembering
And it is no way to put up with it
The guy is pure candela
And he is always so intrusive
br/>When you least think about it
He appears like a shot
And they call him Mei
There is Meneito Mei and mei and mei
And they call him mei,
And meneito mei and mei and mei
Hey sir, what do you have?
A wiggle that I don't know
Hey sir, what do you have?
A wiggle that I don't know.
The other day in my neighborhood
A house caught fire
And the guy next to it
Close among the firefighters
A lady screamed
Help me young man
And the stubborn man approached him
And said in his ear:
I am not a bom-berito
A bom-berito, a bom-berito
And I am not a little bomb-berito Wiggle that I don't know.
Listen to me sir, what do you have?
A wiggle that I don't know
Listen to me sir, what do you have?
A wiggle that I don't know.
He must have come from Mars
Riding on a little sheep
What a great mystery he will have
There is this little wiggle.
And say his first name
And swear that there is no order
br/>The fresco that is a mine
So crying he said to him:
And meneito mei, mei...
Listen to me sir, what do you have?
A meneito that I don't know
Listen to me sir, what do you have?
A wiggle that I don't know.
Listen to me sir, what do you have?
A wiggle that I don't know
Listen to me sir, what do you have? you
A meneito that I don't know.
And meneito mei, mei...