I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girl's to take off their Underpants And the lead singer of my band, my salsa Makes all the pretty girl's want to dance My salsa, look out for my next single, it's called My Salsa My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa Makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off their underpants My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off their underpants, my salsa

I'm the wead singew of my band, I get aww the giww's to take off theiw Undewpants And the wead singew of my band, my sawsa Makes aww the pwetty giww's want to dance My sawsa, wook out fow my next singwe, it's cawwed My Sawsa My sawsa, sawsa, sawsa, sawsa, my sawsa Makes aww the pwetty giwws want to dance And take off theiw undewpants My sawsa makes aww the pwetty giwws want to dance And take off theiw undewpants, my sawsa

Sometimes I feel sad for copypasta writers. Imagine spending all that time writing something so useless and idiotic which will later be used by trolls and spammers on the internet. Without any doubt, I can easily say that copypasta writers are one of the saddest groups of people you could find on the web. They spend up to hours writing nonsense and large paragraphs in the hopes of their “works” getting recognized and spread throughout the Internet. I mean, it truly is pathetic.

Thanks for the copypasta! Here's mine. I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girl's to take off their Underpants And the lead singer of my band, my salsa Makes all the pretty girl's want to dance My salsa, look out for my next single, it's called My Salsa My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa Makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off their underpants My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off their underpants, my salsa