Def Con Dos — Pesadilla En Elm Street song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pesadilla En Elm Street" by Def Con Dos.
Lyrics
John Fitzgerald Kennedy se paseaba
Como un idiota por Elm Street
Él no sabía que aquél era el día
Que Freddy curraba y pasó por allí
(…) él era Freddy Krugger
El Lee Harvey Oswald no disparó
Jacky Onassis dijo que eran balas
Y no las cuchillas lo que le mató
Las balas no son tan malas
Y por cuatro calas
Te dan un montón
Cómo era la Onassis que al darle a la cara
Estaba cantando y otro gallo cantó
Pesadilla en Elm Street
Unos años antes Freddy mataba
A todos los niños en Elm Street
El hombre del saco no era un mal caco
Que era un asesino gracioso y gentil
Y fueron los padres y la fastidiaron:
Quemaron a Freddy con mucho gasoil
Todos creyeron que Freddy había muerto
Y vivieron tranquilos justo hasta hoy
No pueden dormir ni siquiera la siesta
Toman café y bocatas de anfeta
Se queman los pies con los cigarrillos
Que ven anunciados por televisión
Pesadilla en Elm Street
Uno, dos, canta a viva voz;
Tres, cuatro, el hombre del saco;
Cinco, seis, decid lo que veis;
Siete, ocho, cómete un bizcocho;
Nueve, diez, ¿dónde está Fred?
Sale su lengua por el teléfono
Sale su cara de la pared
Mira sus garras, sus brazos enormes
Es rojo y verde el mugriento jersey
El sombrero le tapa la mitad de la cara
Que parece una pizza a la napolitana
Krugger vive en las pesadillas
De todos los niños de Elm Street
Lyrics translation
John Fitzgerald Kennedy was walking
Like an idiot on Elm Street
He didn't know that was the day
That Freddy curraba and passed by
( ... ) he was Freddy Krugger
Lee Harvey Oswald didn't shoot.
Jacky Onassis said they were bullets.
And not the blades that killed him
Bullets aren't so bad
And by four coves
They give you a lot
How was the Onassis that when you hit the face
I was singing and another rooster sang
Nightmare On Elm Street
A few years before Freddy killed
To all the children on Elm Street
The man in the sack wasn't a bad poop.
That he was a funny and kind killer
And it was the parents and they screwed her up.:
They burned Freddy with a lot of diesel.
Everybody thought Freddy was dead.
And they lived quietly until today
They can't even sleep a nap.
They have coffee and ampheta snacks
They burn their feet with cigarettes
That they see advertised on television
Nightmare On Elm Street
One, two, sing out loud;
Three, four, the man in the sack;
Five, six, say what you see;
Seven, eight, have a cake.;
Nine, TEN, where's Fred?
His tongue comes out on the phone
His face comes off the wall
Look at his claws, his huge arms
It's red and green the filthy sweater
The hat covers half his face
That looks like a Neapolitan pizza
Krugger lives in nightmares
Of all the children on Elm Street