Letra de Happy Birthday Alex
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26 years old, not getting any younger
He's a vegetarian, it quenches his hunger
He makes creepy bag heads, and puts them up in the apartment
He's a vegetarian, it quenches his hunger
He makes creepy bag heads, and puts them up in the apartment
His home is a storage room, located in the basement
Don't call him a Mexican
Although he surely likes the food
He's Spanish and Italian
And you can tell when you say his full name
He's Alejandro Biagiotti, tattoos on his lowers legs and on his upper body
Different hat for every day, grows a beard out of his face
Where else would he grow a beard?
26 years old, every day, getting older
He moved away from his momma, "I gotta go" is what he told her
Went from the biggest city in the state, to the biggest in the country
Thought he could get a job just by walking down to Wall Street
His chances crushed by the economy
Four months, no job, no money
Just when he was giving in
He found a job and he didn't have to go back home
He's Alejandro Biagiotti, tattoos on his lower legs and on his upper body
Lives in his own way, you'll never take that away
So don't you even try.
Don't call him a Mexican
Although he surely likes the food
He's Spanish and Italian
And you can tell when you say his full name
He's Alejandro Biagiotti, tattoos on his lowers legs and on his upper body
Different hat for every day, grows a beard out of his face
Where else would he grow a beard?
26 years old, every day, getting older
He moved away from his momma, "I gotta go" is what he told her
Went from the biggest city in the state, to the biggest in the country
Thought he could get a job just by walking down to Wall Street
His chances crushed by the economy
Four months, no job, no money
Just when he was giving in
He found a job and he didn't have to go back home
He's Alejandro Biagiotti, tattoos on his lower legs and on his upper body
Lives in his own way, you'll never take that away
So don't you even try.
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