Chicos Torpes

The men of our town break their backs on the farm Make an honest day's living Never done no one harm Our wives are good women Couldn't ask for much more But when we leave in the morning They unlock the back door Some rascal podcaster's been in my wife's girdle And in my Luxardos And my son's Ninja Turtles Purple hair on my pillow Or maybe it was blond The only thing I know is my wife's love is gone Chicos torpes Why why why why Chicos torpes Why why why why My wife spends her time while I'm out on the range With a moron whose voice is unbearable strange His nose weighs two pounds And he's gangly as sin What makes it all worse is he's hung like a pin Chicos torpes Why why why why Chicos torpes Why why why why A sweaty Don Juan A wet Cassanova His breath stunk of rum And his ass Cherry Cola It took him no time A fifty-ninth of an hour Took all my blue pills And then took my wife's flower Chicos torpes Why why why why Chicos torpes Why why why why When they come to your town Go ahead, let them in And be happy your women Have big toothy grins Chicos torpes Why why why why Chicos torpes Why why why why Chicos torpes Why why why why Chicos torpes Why why why why Why why why why