Wounds won't last long, but an insulting song
Burns will always carry
with him.
So I'll settle my score, on the salsa floor
with this
vengeful Latin rhythm.
Burns! Conelcorazon de perro!
Senor
Burns! El diablo con dinero!
It may not surprise you, but all of us
despise you.
Please die and fry. In hell, you rotten;
rich or
wretch!
Adios vienjo!