feasting off tamale scraps and coffee drippin's
Then Monday came 'round and he got hosed down
In his coffee mug tent - what a lickin.'
"Pobre cucaracha!" - my boss threw him away
and we giggled and we smiled and went on our way
Typing notes, scanning files, fielding calls for miles
Productivas y muy vivas at the end of the day.
"Pobre cucaracha!" - my boss threw him away
and we giggled and we smiled and went on our way
Typing notes, scanning files, fielding calls for miles
Productivas y muy vivas at the end of the day.
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