Y ahora, con todos ustedes...

... la otra gran canción del verano, producida e inacabada por Von Blister y Doña Momia.

He aquí De Tuf Tuf Club Song:

No days off

No free time or fun

You don't need that at all

linving in the Tuf TUf Club

Here we are,

sitting in a fish can.

Here we are,

With J, B and K

Here we are,

blinded by the matress gal

swinging in a golden thread.

Clapboards and flying sheets

written baloons and caribbean sheeps

walking through the wiseness path

we travel to the Tuf Tuf Club

Disco necklances in the dark,

slow-motion movining us

reminding the sauna days

at the top of the Tuf Tuf Club.

Bee dogs looking at Same zombies

and green martians reading news,

circus posters and Fluch pirates,

usual guests of the Tuf Tuf Club.

Don't bother our winter dreams,

Don't miss the automat nan,

Don't pretend the balls are yours,

'Cause we rule this Tuf Tuf Club.

Fed up of the corn machine,

Tired of the telehone card,

You know we are the soul

of the damned Tuf Tuf Club.

_______

So sorry, pero la música la tiene Doña Momia ... en su guitarra. Anda, ¿eh?

Y me lo pones en dos tiempos de siete minutos XD