At which time a latino thug comes a long and busts a cap in her/him/it's ass with his chrome plated 9mm.
Shortly after this the latino thug could hear music from a Cuban band playing, but there was no band that could be seen, then the thug had this irristable urge to open his mouth and sing the following.
They call me Cuban Pete,
I'm the king of the Rumba beat,
When I play the Maracas I go
Chick chicky boom
Chick chicky boom
The thug's gun became a microphone, his shirt became satin with many ruffles adorning it, and his pants became tight and sexy. He danced about the street stopping traffic as he did so. Many people began to get out of their cars and started to sing and dance. A 300 pound truck driver transformed into a cute looking chica and twirled around with a former twelve year old boy who was now a Latin lover if ever there was one.
Yes, sir, I'm Cuban Pete
I'm the craze, of my native street
When I start to dance, everything goes
Chick chicky boom
Chick chicky boom
Now the thug looked more like an effeminate version of Ricky Martin (yes I know that is redundant isn't it). His eyes widened with horror when he felt his chest begin to tingle, nipples (his nipples) began poking the fabric of his shirt which was starting to look more like a blouse.
The senorita's they sing,
And then they swing with their lumbaro.
It's very nice!
Our thug or thugget not only was singing like a senorita, but definitely looked like one. She swung her hips to the beat of the music and had a deep female passion swell within her bosom. She grabbed a BIG BEEFY MAN! Then they embraced and kissed.
So full of spice
And when they dance and they bring a happy ring,
They're a care-o, singing a song....
All the day long!
Yes miss Latina thugget and her new lover would have eventually married and had many children except that she quickly turned into a mouse and her man turned into a cat. They were last seen scurrying down an alley way never to be seen again.