You got me dancing! :) here is my election for this week my friend, hope you enjoy.

and here is the translated lyrics in case someone wants to know what they're saying: He has a white beard, six fingers in each hand, a mansion with an orchard and a ranch full of pigs. It's our grandfather Frederick, with his dog tagarnina (oyster thistle), I'll tell you the story of the parsley joints. In the house of the grandfather strange things were seen, the insomnia of a spider and a puking frogs parrot. Sometimes we go to the field and take the paper, and roll with tagarnina two joints at a time.
That old man every morning sows parsley under his bed. Then look for the oyster thistle in the deepest walls of the mines. The grandfather drank glasses of sweaty bull juice, and the war between tomatoes and turnips began. This was in his orchard, which is uncontrollable, watermelons release broth and asparagus tomato pips. Bombing in the garden, and even the pigs lost their respect. Tomatero (tomato grower) rabbit face, hippies comes and they put you like a redneck! Bombardment inside the orchard, peppers grow on grandpa's beard. Mr. Farmer, black chickpea, they steal the lettuces and treat you like a dog. And the grandfather says he has a corner, to put a store and sell oyster thistle. And the grandfather says is going to make a war, that is going to hit whoever steals their herbs. ...And he does nothing!