(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 flat on your face, but hey, it’s a game! You laugh it off like a champ, that’s your style, But we’re all just here for the laughs, stay awhile!
(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? Man, they really stang! You dance like nobody’s watching, but we all see, You’re the life of the party, just not on TV!
(Verse 3) So here’s to you, José, keep doing your thing, We’ll be here laughing, let the good times ring. You’re a legend in the making, a star on the rise, Just remember, my dude, to keep it all wise!
(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 raise a glass to the king of the blunders, You keep us laughing, through all the wonders. José Manuel Poga, you’re one of a kind, Just keep it light, and don’t lose your mind!