Lyrics of Pesadilla en Elm Street - Def Con Dos

Pesadilla en Elm Street (original)

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

(translation)

John Fitzgerald Kennedy strolled
Like an idiot down Elm Street
He did not know that this was the day
That Freddy worked and passed by
(...) he was Freddy Krugger
The Lee Harvey Oswald did not shoot
Jacky Onassis said they were bullets
And not the blades that killed him
Bullets aren't that bad
And for four coves
they give you a lot
How was the Onassis that when hitting the face
She was singing and another rooster crowed
Nightmare in Elm street
A few years before, Freddy killed
To all the kids on Elm Street
The boogeyman was not a bad thief
That he was a graceful and gentle killer
And it was her parents and they annoyed her:
They burned Freddy with a lot of diesel
Everyone believed that Freddy had died
And they lived in peace just until today
They can't sleep even a nap
They drink coffee and speed sandwiches
They burn their feet with cigarettes
What do they see advertised on television?
Nightmare in Elm street
One, two, sing out loud;
Three, four, the boogeyman;
Five, six, say what you see;
Seven, eight, have a cupcake;
Nine, ten, where's Fred?
He sticks his tongue out the phone
His face comes out of the wall
Look at his claws, his huge arms
The grimy sweater is red and green
The hat covers half of his face
That looks like a Neapolitan pizza
Krugger lives in nightmares
Of all the kids on Elm Street