Letra de Aching to Pupate
Aching to pupate Aching to pup-p-pate Aching to pupate Aching to pupate Aching to pupate Aching to pup-p-pate Aching to pupate Aching to pupate, pu-pupate, pupate Pupate, pu-pupate, pupateI should peddle butterflies There's a shortage in the city I'll stand on a street corner All mysterious and giddy When the passersby pass by I will open up my trench coat They will see the butterflies Dangling like fake RolexesEvery morning, I wake up With a purpose and a smirk I'll put on my fake mustache I'll drink Heineken, eat cornflakesThen I'll call my mom and dad Tell them that I'm doing fine Or I'll write a tipsy letter To a real good friend of mine Or I'll jump up on the bed Waltzing madly with a broomstick But before I leave the house I will fill my lips with lipstickBut peddling is a dirty sport There's competition in the city Everyone is on a street corner All mysterious and giddy Some are selling bags and shoes Some are selling books and gold I've been standing here for days Not one butterfly's been sold And how I'mAching to pupate Aching to pup-p-pate Aching to pupate Aching to pupate Aching to pupate Aching to pup-p-pate Aching to pupate Aching to pupate, pu-pupate, pupate Pupate, pu-pupate, pupate