Wounds won't last long, but an insulting song
Burns will always carry with him.
So I'll settle my score, on the salsa floor
with this vengeful Latin rhythm.
Burns! Conelcorazon de perro!
Senor Burns! El diablo con dinero!
It may not surprise you, but all of us despise you.
Please die and fry. In hell, you rotten;
rich or wretch!
Adios vienjo!
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