mustache

I dreamt I had a mustache It was dope, I looked just like Tom Selleck Was happy with myself But sadly I woke up again I think it's kinda wack Twenty-one, still nothing under my nose Except for when I sneeze You know what I mean You can keep trying, oh-yeah I've been patient for way too long Keep hanging in there, oh-yeah I will get there and prove 'em wrong Hijo, cuando yo era niño también quería tener bigotes Y un hueón mayor me dijo: "Échate grasa de carretón y te salen" Le hice caso, me llené la cara de grasa negra Pero los bigotes me llegaron a los treinta nomás, compa You can keep trying, oh-yeah I've been patient for way too long Keep hanging in there, oh-yeah I'll be trying until I cry