(Verse 1) Yo, José Manuel, what’s the deal? You’re the king of the cringe, that’s the real appeal. From awkward interviews to those fashion fails, You strut like a peacock, but you’re missing the scales.

(Chorus) José Manuel, you’re a meme in the making, With every misstep, the internet’s shaking. We love your quirks, they’re a sight to behold, But let’s be real, your style’s getting old!

(Verse 2) Remember that time you tripped on your fame? You fell so hard, it was a viral game. Your dance moves, man, they’re a sight to see, Like a dad at a wedding, just let it be!

(Chorus) José Manuel, you’re a meme in the making, With every misstep, the internet’s shaking. We love your quirks, they’re a sight to behold, But let’s be real, your style’s getting old!

(Bridge) You tried to cook, but the smoke alarm rang, Your culinary skills? Just a sad little clang. And when you sing, it’s like a cat in a fight, But hey, we’re all here for the laughs tonight!

(Verse 3) So here’s to you, José, the king of the blunder, You keep us laughing, like lightning and thunder. With every new flop, you just raise the bar, Keep doing you, you’re our shining star!

(Chorus) José Manuel, you’re a meme in the making, With every misstep, the internet’s shaking. We love your quirks, they’re a sight to behold, But let’s be real, your style’s getting old!

(Outro) So here’s to the laughs, the fun, and the cheer, José Manuel Poga, we’ll always hold dear. Keep tripping and slipping, we’re all in your corner, You’re the life of the party, our favorite performer!