| Camilla, before she died
|
| She drank tequila, and so did i
|
| We both sang schalalalalala
|
| Last sunday i met conchita
|
| We started to drink some margaritas
|
| We both sang schalalalalala
|
| Beneath camilla’s hands
|
| We all can see a man that stares
|
| Dead at the game that was his chance
|
| Defeated by the love, he never felt before
|
| Her explicit defense
|
| Turn around, turn around, turn around
|
| Sing out loud, sing out proud
|
| Find your face down on the ground
|
| On the ground
|
| La mandarina
|
| Just when she drinks
|
| Some caipirinha, she starts to shrink
|
| We both sing shalalalalala
|
| Little bambina knows
|
| She’ll need some help to go
|
| She stumpled babbling through the room
|
| While she was waving with a spoon
|
| And then she fell
|
| Turn around, turn around, turn around
|
| Sing out loud, sing out proud
|
| Find your face down on the ground
|
| On the ground
|
| Down on the ground
|
| Beneath camilla’s hands
|
| We all can see a man that stares
|
| Dead at the game that was his chance
|
| Defeated by the love, he never felt before
|
| Beneath camilla’s hands
|
| We all can see a man that stares
|
| Dead at the game that was his chance
|
| Defeated by the love, he never felt before
|
| Her explicit defense
|
| Turn around, turn around, turn around
|
| Sing out loud, sing out proud
|
| Find your face down on the ground
|
| On the ground
|
| Down on the ground |