Señor, you’re in bad shape, it’s plain to see.

If you don’t know why, then listen to me.

You worked in el sol for too long and more;

Not shaded, thinking it was a child’s chore.

You’re scorched, I can tell, and you don’t know why?

I’ll tell you the truth, I’m not being sly.

Your face is rojo, twice I need not think.

Half of our water I see you did drink.

Your lips are cracked as we speak on the deck.

Looking at the back, I see your red neck.

By your expressions, oh for goodness’ sake,

I think your cabeza really does ache.

You are sunburned, you pant like un perro.

So I ask, ¿tienes un sombrero?

– By Stuart Moore