Oh, Saavedro shoots you with an angry glance now.
(C'mon baby, do the martelation.)
I know he'd like to kill you if you gave him the chance now.
(C'mon baby, do the martelation.)
His little baby daughters he believes to be dead.
There's nothing he'd like better than to smash in your head.
So come on, come on,
Do the martelation with me.
He's gonna swing his arms now.
Come on baby, he'll break, hmm your back.
Oh well, what was that sick'ning crack?
Now that he's enragèd, you'll get more than a sprain now.
(C'mon baby, do the martelation.)
Whack-a whack-a motion will oblit'rate your brain now.
(C'mon baby, do the martelation.)
Anything annoys him and he'll lose control.
He'll separate your body from your living soul.
So come on, come on,
Do the martelation with me.
He's gonna swing his arms now.
Come on, come on,
Do the martelation with me.
Yeah!
(Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, etc.)
Run throughout the lattice from the martelation.
(C'mon baby, do the martelation.)
It's only putting off the end of your respiration.
(C'mon baby, do the martelation.)
He's running up the stairs now; there's not much you can do.
It's only a few minutes till your lips turn blue.
So come on, come on,
Do the martelation with me.
He's gonna swing his arms now.
Come on, come on,
Do the martelation with me.
Yeah!
He's gonna swing his arms now.
Come on, come on,
Do the martelation with me.
Yeah!
