Hugo de China

I've spent the day in a rocking chair
Drinking cuban coffee from Chiapas
And writing lonesome poetry for the sake of my soul,
Isn't that what is all about?
Right now,
I've fulfilled my goals in heaven
No matter what religion I can afford.
I suspect that God love me as much as my mother
despite the fact she knows I'm an atheist.
Earth it's alright with me
Even when it hurts my knees,
I have a great hamaca.
But Pizza Hut again knocks at my door,
This must be hell,
They have my telephone,
They know where I live,
They have surrounded my apartment,
They are giving me free Coca-Cola for the rest of my days in exchange
for my soul, 39 dollars and ninety nine cents,
I'm confused.