I am the cockroach, you are the cleaner
I feed on your scum, I am the feeder
You don't like me
And I don't like you either
I am an insect, you're the breeder
A bed of vile, it's the smell of cedar
Let me in, why suffer through this fever?
La cucaracha, ah
I know you wanted something better
In the gutter we writhe together
Once we we were men (Once we were men)
Now, la cucaracha, oh
La cucaracha
La cucaracha
