You say "hola", I'll say "hi"
When I pass you at the border
You better pack a poncho 'cause
it sure gets cold up here
Me, I'm headed south for hot
Here's the keys to my Chevrolet
Welcome to the good ol' U.S.A.
(Cuervo that is, lil' sunshine,
maybe go see Chichinitza, I love that word)
Up here we work our asses off
But you can't spend a dollar if
you've worked yourself to death
From what I hear you way of life
Then back to work for a little while
for an all night long fiesta
Well sounds to me like a pretty fair trade
You say "hola", I'll say "hi"
When I pass you at the border
You better pack a poncho 'cause
it sure gets cold up here
Me, I'm headed south for hot
Here's the keys to my Chevrolet
You can have the house and the bills I pay
Wel come to the good ol' U.S.A.
Palm trees, ocean breeze, ah man,
You say "hola", I'll say "hi"
When I pass you at the border
You better pack a poncho 'cause
you'll freeze your ass off here
Me, I'm headed south for hot
Here's the keys to my Chevrolet
You can have the house and the bills I pay
(Yeah, I'm hittin' the road, man,
give me a little burro to ride on, you
