That they put a sombrero on me
So listen when I say
And even though some respect exists
Let's not stick our noses in
Because we inflate the currency
By waging war on other countries
And interest on our debt
Meanwhile we don't know
Who takes the loot
Even if they give us the fame
Of the drug that we sow
Don't call me gringo, you f*ckin' beaner
Stay on your side of that goddamn river
Don't call me gringo, you beaner
Don't call me beaner, Mr. J*rk-off
I'll give you a fright for being a racist a**hole
For being in the wrong side of town
If I had that kind of chips
Lately I wanna smack the mouths
You can imagine from outside
Being a Mexican crossing the border
Thinking about your family while you pass
Leaving everything that you know behind
You'd have to dodge the bullets
Of a few rancher gringos
And you'd have to start from zero
Now why don't you look down to where your feet is planted
That U.S. soil that makes you take sh*t for granted
If not for Santa Anna, just to let you know
That where your feet are planted would be Mexico
Don't call me gringo, you beaner
Stay on your side of that goddamn river
Don't call me gringo, you beaner
Don't call me beaner, Mr. J*rk-off
I'll give you a fright for being a racist a**hole
Don't call me gringo, you beaner
Stay on your side of that goddamn river
Don't call me gringo, you beaner
Don't call me beaner, Mr. J*rk-off
I'll give you a fright for being a racist a**hole