[Intro: Residente]
This song is dedicated to Sigmund Freud and Judith Butler
For them to shake it
Tell ‘em Dillon

[Verse 1: Residente]
She’s wearing makeup because she wants sex
She does her hair because she wants sex
She buys clothes because she wants sex
She perfumes herself because she wants sex
She asked for your phone number because she wants sex
She dared to talk to him because she wants sex
They get nervous because they want sex
They met because they wanted sex

He gave you chocolates and flowers
A fish tank full of colorful fishes
And he brought the best mariachis from the square
In front of your house because he wants sex
He wrote her a poem because he wants sex
They went to the movies because they want sex
He asked you to dance, because he wants sex
Nobody says it, but everybody wants sex!

[Chorus: Ile]
Blam, blam
What a bam-bam
Your pun-pun
Wiqui, wiqui
Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

Blam, blam
What a bam-bam
Your pun-pun
Wiqui, wiqui
Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

[Verse 2: Residente]
He wants to make money because he wants sex
He bought a car because he wants sex
He started a diet because he wants sex
He asked you out for dinner because he wants sex
When he asks you what sign you are
Even if he knows nothing about astrology, ehm-mmm, ahm-mmm
It’s because he wants sex

He wants to be an intellectual because he wants sex
He says he reads books because he wants sex
When you laught at jokes on the first date
Even though you’re not laughing
You’re not Catholic but you went to mass
And even though she has a chancre on her lip
You kiss her because you want sex
It’s because you want sex
Nobody says it, but everybody wants sex!

[Chorus: Ile]
Blam, blam
What a bam-bam
Your pun-pun
Wiqui, wiqui
Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

Blam, blam
What a bam-bam
Your pun-pun
Wiqui, wiqui
Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

[Verse 3: Residente]
We want sex, it’s not a joke
Ever since the monkeys discovered fire
We didn’t need a bed
Adam and Eve did it on top of a branch
And they ate the apple and the human race was born
And we shouted with enthusiasm
And we discovered orgasms

We invented the condoms
And all the positions
And we discovered the orgies
Polygamy, fantasy
And even if we do, we never talk about it
Every day we think about it
That tickles us to the bone
Nobody says it, but everybody wants sex!

[Chorus: Ile]
Blam, blam
What a bam-bam
Your pun-pun
Wiqui, wiqui
Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

Blam, blam
What a bam-bam
Your pun-pun
Wiqui, wiqui
Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

Blam, blam
What a bam-bam
Your pun-pun
Wiqui, wiqui
Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

Blam, blam
What a bam-bam
Your pun-pun
Wiqui, wiqui
Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

Blam, blam
What a bam-bam
Your pun-pun
Wiqui, wiqui
Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

Blam, blam
What a bam-bam
Your pun-pun
Wiqui, wiqui
Rrr-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta