Tam Tam Go! — El Onanista De La Caja De Sorpresas song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Onanista De La Caja De Sorpresas" by Tam Tam Go!.
Lyrics
Era un hombrecito
Enamorado de una caja
Desde su rendija espía todo lo que pasa
Lo devora todo, pero nada le interesa
Es el onanista de la caja de sorpresas
Y mira como a un caimán, le gusta tomar cerveza
A coro con dos ranitas, por debajo de las mesas
Que de tanto mirar te llamarán el mirón
Pegado a tu cajita multicolor
Se te va la neurona que te queda
Cuárdala con cariño y que no muera
Desde su agujero ysólo moviendo un dedo
Puede bucear por la zona digital
Cambia mucho de canal, cuado algo le salpica
Porque no quiere manchar el barniz de su cajita
Y mira como unos niños, en Denver, Colorado
Celebran aniversarios, con cien tiros de regalo
Que de tanto mirar te llamarán el mirón
Pegado a tu cajita multicolor
Se te va la neurona que te queda
Guárdala con cariño y que no muera
Y llegó el día de rendir cuentas a Dios
Pero no se decidía qué programa era el mejor
Ninguna cadena le dio su consuelo
Y pensó:
«yo programo el vídeo por si acaso no me muero»
Y mira que en los Balcanes
Un loco sueña con gloria
Pensando que por la paz
Limpia su tierra de escoria
Que de tanto mirar te llamarán el mirón
Pegado a tu cajita multicolor
Se te va la neurona que te queda
Guárdala con cariño y que no muera
Lyrics translation
He was a little man.
In love with a box
From his slit spy everything that happens
He devours everything, but nothing interests him
He's the wanker in the surprise box.
And look like an alligator, likes to drink beer
A chorus with two frogs, under the tables
They'll call you the Peeping Tom
Glued to your multicolored box
You're losing your remaining neuron.
Take care of her with love and don't let her die
From his hole and just by moving a finger
You can dive through the digital Zone
It changes a lot of channels, when something splashes
Because he doesn't want to stain the varnish on his box.
And look like kids, in Denver, Colorado
Celebrate anniversaries, with a hundred gift shots
They'll call you the Peeping Tom
Glued to your multicolored box
You're losing your remaining neuron.
Keep it with love and don't die
And the day came to account to God
But it was not decided which program was the best
No chain gave him his comfort
And he thought:
"I program the video just in case I don't die»
And look at the Balkans
A madman dreams of glory
Thinking that for peace
Clean Your Land of scum
They'll call you the Peeping Tom
Glued to your multicolored box
You're losing your remaining neuron.
Keep it with love and don't die