This is a story
A story of a man
A man called Pablo

An innocent goat herder
Living of the coast
of Costa Rica.

Tending his goats outside
He heard the sound of munching
A munching of mulberries.

He looked up to see.
What looked like
A giant hairless, chiwawah
With an overbite. (rest)

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El Chupacabra! El Chupacabra!
You ate my goats, you killed my wife
You stole my life, You stole my life.

The mangy coyote gazed At Pablo
with its giant black eyes
Like a stale burrito, rotting under a bed
And then scurried into the forest.

Now Pablo didn’t
Believe his mind,
So he ran inside to tell his loving wife, Juanita.

Ethan: “What you talking about
you crazy chalupa? Go wash up for supper! Damn..”
Luke: She said.


But then that night
the blood sucking demon
crept into their room
and stole Juanita away.

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Pablo didn’t know what to do
All he had left were his goats and
he being a scholar of urban legends
Knew that El Chupacabras favorite meal
Was goat blood.
So he set a trap

As he lay awake in his bed
Listening for the cry of his enemy
He realized that he hadn’t heard
a goat bleat in a long time.

He looked out his window to find
Every one of his goats lying dead.

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He ran outside weeping
There was nothing left for him
So he decided to get revenge.

Into the forest he stumbled
Not knowing where to go
But he swore he would
Kill El Chupacabra if it was
the last thing he ever did.

Suddenly he heard a yell
It was Juanita, his long-lost wife
He followed the sound until it stopped…
Juanita was no where to be found
but Pablo Could hear something breathing.
It was-

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He turned around to see his horrible
Enemy charging at him
With is fangs outstretched
ready to stab his flesh.

Pablo fainted never
To wake up again
This is why, when dealing
With El Chupacabra
You never seek revenge.
(Chorus)
El Chupacabra! El Chupacabra!
(Outro)