Nacho: When the fantasy has ended/ and all the children are gone/ Something good inside of me/ helps me to carry on.
PG: Singing? Oh…okay. You’re really going to--
Nacho: I ate some bugs/ I ate some grass/ I used my hand, to wipe…
Nacho: my tears/ O Pistachios! / Pistachios! Pistachios! (diddle-diddle-dee, diddle-diddle-dee) O Pistachios!
PG: Good choice. Nice and healthy.
Nacho: When I am eating at the party. Everyone is dancing, happy, party.
But Nacho is not dancing, he does not dance at the party. Where are the pistachios?
PG: You really love them, don’t you?
Nacho: At night I play my games/ I go to sleep, I think of pistachios/ The people in the street/ they eating treats, they eating candies.
PG: Any other favorites?
Nacho: Pistachios, number one/ the secret of desire/ RAPAPAPAPILIAPUPALIAPUPPA/ Pistachios, number one/ they put the people all on fire/ RAPAPAPAPILIAPUPALIAPUPPA/ Pistachios, number one/ eat them on the playa/ RAPAPAPAPILIAPUPALIAPUPPA
PG: Alrighty then. I’m gonna go with no.