La Senda Está Trazada

Spain, England, and Portugal too,
Now it's the Yankees' turn to come through.
We've been toiling under the sun for two centuries,
Doing nothing but switching up the keys.

Latin America is already shouting loud,
It's liberation that's drawing near, proud.
For in our towns, there's a faith so grand,
The path is set, the Che showed us the plan.

Let's head to our mines to dig up our copper,
Let's go to our wells to pump out that oil,
We'll sweat it out to pull silver and tin,
We'll stay enslaved by the end of the year, again.

Let's work the land with grit and might,
So the boss can fatten up with delight.
Natural riches aren't meant for you,
They're for the greater glory of United Fruit too.