The demented old men of Gijón

The demented old men of Gijón wear North American caps, the demented old men of Gijón run suddenly to the street with umbrellas and spit on the pavement, and scratch their balls. 



Everything bothers a demented old man of Gijón, even a fart heard at 100 metres. 



The insane old men of Gijón go to see the matches of Sporting at "El Molinón", and throw Duracell batteries at the referee, and say fuck, and piss their pants, and don't realize. 



The delirious old men of Gijón walk slower than the turtle, and tell you to go fuck yourself, and sit down in park benches and touch their salami. 



The violent old men of Gijón swear in the queue of the supermarket, and don't move, and look at the tits of the cashier.
The raving old men of Gijón drink Don Simón wine in tetra, and have diarrhea and wear Nike's with suit. 



The furious old men of Gijón insult the travesties and call the police, and go to see what happened, and smoke cigars that smell like an ass, and send all the politicians to hell and vote rightwing, and hit me with walking sticks when I pass by. 

Cause the disturbing old men of Gijón travel in bus to Oviedo and have faints and lose consciousness and the paramedics and the fire brigade come, and they have to be taken in ambulance, and they touch the arse of the nurses.