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The flies are coming out Better put repellent on They might drink away your blood They'll be sure to define who's boss The husbands won't see their wives no more The debris of the ship has washed ashore The lives of the men are dead and gone Everyone else is moving on. The birds are migrating north. Into the obscure. Don't shoot them out of the sky They'll be just fine. La cucaracha, la cucaracha La cucaracha, la cucaracha Can survive a nuclear weapon. From Letras Mania