[Mariachi Intro] ¡Señoras y señores! ¡Arriba! From the highest rope, under the lights tonight, the pride of the arena... ¡HAWLUCHA! [Verse 1] Máscara shining, boots on the floor, the trumpets are calling, they’re begging for more. I raise one wing, toda la arena sings, I never chase glory... la gloria follows me. Klefki brings Swagger? Ay, qué ternura. You learned it as a move, I wear it with postura. Prankster moves first, enjoy your little lead, but once Hawlucha enters, everyone looks at me. You borrow strength with Foul Play, I brought plenty of my own, you carry keys for every door... I enter like I own the throne. [Chorus] ¡Arriba, arriba! ¡Que suene la trompeta! Hawlucha! Rey de la arena! From the ropes to the heavens, from the heavens to the ring, every rival gets a moment... then remembers who is king. ¡Hawlucha! Máscara! Gloria! Corazón! I don’t need your crown, I already have the crowd. [Trumpet Flourish] ¡Vamos! [Verse 2] Tyrantrum enters, the ancient king returns, big crown, bigger roar, let the whole arena learn. Muy impresionante, I’ll give you that tonight, you ruled an ancient kingdom... I rule the ring and I rule the crowd. Strong Jaw, sangre real, prehistoric pedigree, but the cameras came for Hawlucha, not la paleontología. You had your era de gloria, millions of years ago, I have lights, I have trumpets, and all the people chanting... ¡HAW-LU-CHA! You call yourself a king? Perfecto. Stand right there. Every campeón needs a king in the background when he poses for las camaras. [Verse 3] Slurpuff enters, qué dulce, what a sight, little cloud of merengue walking into my fight. That nose is legendary, I’ll give you that, amigo, you can smell the faintest thing from wherever you may go. But with all that smelling, you missed one little clue... every eye in this arena is looking past you. You help pastry chefs? Muy bien, congratulations. I make entire stadiums rise for my ovation. Sweet Veil keeps them awake? Perfecto, let them see. Nobody should miss another victory from me. Soft fur full of air, light as merengue can be... you were made for the bakery. The ring was made for me. [Mariachi Break] ¡Arriba! Guitarra! Trompeta! ¡Vamos, campeón! [Bridge] I am the mask! I am the wings! I am the reason the whole arena sings! Guerrero del cielo, rey del cuadrilátero, when Hawlucha takes the ropes... everyone else becomes scenery. [Final Chorus] ¡Arriba, arriba! ¡Que ruja la arena! Hawlucha! Rey de la arena! Klefki has tricks, Tyrantrum wears a crown, Hawlucha has the crowd... and victory follows. Máscara shining, arms to the sky, I don’t ask who is better... just listen to the people. ¡HAW-LU-CHA! ¡HAW-LU-CHA! The trumpets already told you. Yo soy el campeón. I am the main event.
