No Somos Latinos

They'll think I'm half ladino
Or that I live drunk on wine
These cretins want to make me believe
That we Uruguayans are Latin

A while ago they seemed like shit
Being Chicano is fashionable
If my grandfather Arsenio saw me
Singing with a Caribbean accent

And I don't say "the poio is ready"
Neither "beans" nor "arroio"
"herba", "iuio" nor "io io"

Don't fuck with me anymore, we are not Latinos
Don't fuck with me anymore, we are not Latinos
I grew up here in southern Switzerland

I don't know how to dance or cumbia or salsa
I didn't even escape from Cuba on a raft
My mom gave birth to me in Montevideo
I don't want to go live in Miami

A while ago on the radio, on TV
They rotted me to son and merengue
Don't make me get angry
I don't want to go to Don Francisco's show

and they think
The Yankees and the Europeans
We are a banana country
With palm trees and heat

Don't fuck with me anymore, we are not Latinos
Don't fuck with me anymore, we are not Latinos
I grew up here in southern Switzerland

In Colombia they called me gringo
Or German in Santo Domingo
And in Honduras, Panama and Venezuela
Uruguay doesn't even know where it is

I'd rather talk to a Swedish philosopher
What with a Guatemalan Indian
And I have more in common with a Romanian
What with a Bolivian cholo

And when I read "open veins"
It was rubbish I realized
on the fourth page I fell asleep

Don't fuck with me anymore, we are not Latinos
Don't fuck with me anymore, we are not Latinos
I grew up here in southern Switzerland

I grew up in southern Switzerland
I grew up in southern Switzerland

Uruguayans to gozal!