Do call for your pardon by phone before someone new's counting noses, And the voice that you hear saying, "Cheney, mi Dios!" is the son's of the guy who sprays roses. One who talks Mexican, an ex-Fox Mexican, who admires ev'rything we own. Will the joy we showed as Mexicans flowed North soon become his and theirs alone? He talks and the sound of his voice is common but how'll we understand? For the language he speaks is a language we formerly panned. Yet he talks Mexican, like ex-Fox Mexicans, who admire ev'rything we own. Will the joy we showed as Mexicans flowed North soon become his and theirs alone? Some say that the sprayer you need is your son or even your spouse, Or the voice that you hear saying, "Cheney, mi Dios!" could be kicking you out of your house, For they talk Mexican, are ex-Fox Mexicans, who admire ev'rything we own. Will the joy we showed as Mexicans flowed North soon become theirs and theirs alone?
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