My self-amusing versions of Moz songs that flow from thought as I sing-along and which I threatened to sing at Morrissey-Oke (karaoke).
Monday, July 9, 2012
We Hate It When Our Friends Become Cholos
We hate it when our friends become Cholos
We hate it when our friends become Cholos
Oh, look at those baggy clothes
Now look at that head, it's to bald
And such a silly vato
Well, it's really laughable
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
We hate it when our friends become Cholos
And if they're from Los Nietos, that makes it even worse
And if we can destroy them
You bet your life we will destroy them
If we can hurt them
Well, we may as well, it's really laughable
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
You see, it should've been me
It could've been me
Everybody knows
Everybody says so
They say, "Ah, you have loads of baggy clothes
So many tatts, oh, tatts and they can stand
Webs, crosses and tear drops
On the neck, just stop"
La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-la
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