Vamo'a faltarnos el respeto, usando el alfabeto completo - The Enz

Llegó la hora zulú a nuestro zipizape.

No volveré a llamarla zafia, zafarrancha, zoquetona, zorrongui zenital, zarrapastrosky, zincpiratona. No volveré a tirarle de las trenzas.

Me veré sumido en la zozobra cual monje zen que se toca la zambomba para alcanzar la armonía con el Zodíaco. 

Me sentiré como un  zaragozano zote, un zaireño zopenco, un zenizo zopilote, como un zurullo casi, con ese zumzum zumbando que me zurze  mi zerebro zaherido.
Estoy frustrado como zorra sin uvas, como zebra sin rayas, arrasado como Zona Zero porque no volverán a  derramarse lisuras por su boca, su  injuria que encandila, su zancadilla de zascandila.
Me  morderé la lengua para siempre hasta quedarme mudo, como un Zaratustra que no habla, más callado que un maniquí del Zara con voto de silencio.

Mas voto a Zeus que zelebraremos esta despedida, yo esnifando petazetas usted fumando zetapetas.

Y beberé zarzaparrilla hasta embriagarme porque no volveré a escuchar más su pandereta. Hey, Mrs. Zamburiña, play a song for me, mi princesa zíngara, mi zarina, mi Zinderella...

Hey ! Mrs Zambouriña, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mrs Zambourinha, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

Hey ! Mrs Zamburiña, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to 
Hey ! Mrs Zambourinha, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it.

Hey ! Mrs Zamburiña, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to 
Hey ! Mrs Zambourinha, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin' swingin' madly across the sun
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey ! Mrs Zamburiña, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to 
Hey ! Mrs Zambourinha, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey ! Mrs Zamburiña, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to 
Hey ! Mrs Zambourinha, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.