Don't Cut The Mullets

Don't cut the mullet
Don't don't cut the mullet
Don't cut the mullet
Never again

Like my momma said
Like my momma said
Don't cut the mullet
Never again

Estaba caminando por santiago del estero
Cuando yo entré a un peluquero
Le dije mi amigo por favor cortame el pelo
Pero se dió cuenta: No tenía ni un peso

Me dijo pelotudo me estás tomando el pelo
Y me echó a patadas me entregó al patrullero
Y desde aquel día yo siempre repito
Don't cut the mullet

Don't cut the mullet
Don't don't cut the mullet
Don't cut the mullet
Never again

Like my momma said
Like my momma said
Don't cut the mullet
Never again