The flies are coming out   Better put repellent on   They might drink away your blood   They'll be sure to define who's boss      The husbands won't see their wives no more   The debris of the ship has washed ashore   The lives of the men are dead and gone   Everyone else is moving on.      The birds are migrating north.   Into the obscure.   Don't shoot them out of the sky   They'll be just fine.      La cucaracha, la cucaracha   La cucaracha, la cucaracha   Can survive a nuclear weapon.