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I have a tale to tell, of a righteous young boy Who stumbled upon a dastardly ploy. Overheard rodmen say something like this:?That imitation crab is really just fish!? The boy's love for seafood, was well renowned To hear of this fraud must be stopped, here and nowHe swore, did this child, once he was of ageHe'd find those fishmongers, and end this outrage. He took up his school'n, learned to write and to readFound map charting skills he would need to succeed He'd travel vast waters and with no regrets, Put an end to this madness, of pollak filled nets Despite his foul stench and his tenacity,He's friends to you, and he's friends to the sea.He travels through oceans, ever so macho.It's the tale of the voyage of Captain Muchachoooooooo As he plotted his ploy, he learned greater things Baby carrots are carrots, that's just market-ing. Juice boxes lack juice, and that garden burger sir, has no meat within! There's no ham in hamburger! Fast forward some years, and not long ago. SongtexteMuchacho at the helm, first mate ?Enemigo?. Found themselves floating on the great Bering Sea,On a paddle boat from Lowes they'd sneak on the scene. Tide flowing out, ocean black opalCold and paddling hard, Muchacho was hopeful, They'd reach the place, where damned pollack spawnHe'd take dynamite, blow them up, blood red dawn! But before they could find, this location of fate, The wind picked up fierce, blew the dinghy with hate. Muchacho and crew, Enemigo by his side,Were thrown from starboard, and they sank, and they died. Aus Songtexte Mania