Matilda, Matilda,
Matilda, she take six dollars and run Venezuela.

Well, she thought her bosom need' a fix,
which made her run for politics.

Politics is just a raffle, lads,
'bout money, sex and false air pads.

Well, Gustavo's platform surely hits:
the lucky ones shall have big t...reats!

Well, the raffle's not decid'd by luck,
Gus chooses whom he wants to favor.

Well, Matilda's ticket sure was drawn,
but then Gustavo just would yawn.

Well, the surgeons down in Caracas
they'll stuff your breast and kick your purse.

Well, Matilda was just skin and bone,
now she's still that plus silicone.

Well, Matilda I don't like no more,
she looks just like a sidewalk horoscope maker.