Well then go back to bed....party pooper.
Big was having a party, it was a joyful sight
People dancing, laughing, and feeling just right
But Pute came along, with a frown on his face
"This isn't my party," he grumbled with grace.
"If it were my party, I would cry too,
" he said "I don't like the music, the decorations, the spread"
But Big just smiled and said, "Don't be a downer,
Just have some fun, let your worries wander."
Pute didn't listen, he continued to pout
But as the night went on,
he started to shout
He danced and he laughed, and he let himself go
And suddenly realized, the party was his show.
"I'm sorry Big, I was wrong from the start
This party is amazing, it's filled with so much heart"
And so Pute joined in..
And thats how the Macarena was invented
