A sheep called Omal
Has come in the city tonight,
Searching for some fame, 
Some popularity and renownÂ… 

He can sing, can move, can act, can dance,
He's a multi-performist
He looks for a chance
Just for survive, just for subsist.

Look that little sheep
Wandering without goal
He's starting to drink 
Oh, he's lost controlÂ…

Estribillo:
(but) Now the sheep, the sheep Omal
(Has) find an opportunity in a
Stripping Music-Hall
As a porn-animalÂ…

Oh, look the sheep Omal,
Taking off his wool in public now, 
Yeah he's mystical:
And he has a great style!!!

Puente:
One month later, Omal's famous and rich
The posters whit his photo's covered the streets,

Before he had to take off her wool
He swims now in a dollar-swimming – pool.

A villa in Malibu, 
he's surrounded by a crew, 
Of slaves & bitches whithout taboos,
And the life with them 
Is a life without controo-ool 

Some wine, caviar, and a French champagne,
And drugs: some pills, and a bit of cocaine,
Now the Sheep Omal feels unchaaaained.

Estribillo:
But Now the Sheep Omal,
Has understood the real sense of life 
And he's coming back
He comes back in townÂ…

Oh, look the sheep Omal,
Changing his success for an
Authentic way of life
As an animalÂ…