There was a girl called Conchita
She was a hot bonita
All the boys wanted to meet her
And that is how the story goes
Oh, no, no, no, Conchita!
Why you're running for your life?
You can stop it, would I kill you?
But you're running to survive
There was a girl called Conchita
She had a hot colita
Now she's old, nobody greets her
And that is how the story goes
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