Frijolero

I'm already fed up
That they put a hat on me
Listen then when I say
Don't call me beaner
And even if there is some respect
Let's not stick our noses in
We never inflated La Moneda
Making war on other countries

We pay you with oil
And interest on our debt
In the meantime we don't know
Who gets the change?
Though you make it known
That we are sellers
Of the drugs we sow
You are the consumers

Don't call me gringo, you fuckin' beaner
Stay on your side of that goddamn river
Don't call me gringo, you beaner
Don't call me a beaner, Mr. Bastard
I'll scare you for being racist and asshole
Don't call me beaner, you fucking gringo bastard

(Fucking hell)

Now I wish I had a dime
For every single time
I've gotten stared down
For being on the wrong side of town
And a rich man I'd be
If I had that kind of chips
Lately I wanna smack the mouths
Of these racists

You can imagine yourself from the outside
Being a Mexican crossing the border
Thinking about your family as you pass by
Leaving everything you know behind
If you had to dodge bullets
From a few gringo ranchers
Will you keep telling them: Good for nothing?
Wetback, if it was you who had to start from scratch?

Now why don't you look down
To where your feet are planted
That US soil that makes you take shit for granted
If not for Santa Ana, just to let you know
Now where your feet are planted would be Mexico
Correct!

Don't call me gringo, you fuckin' beaner
Stay on your side of that goddamn river
Don't call me gringo, you beaner
Don't call me a beaner, Mr. Bastard
I'll scare you for being racist and asshole
Don't call me beaner, you fucking gringo bastard

Don't call me gringo, you fuckin' beaner
Stay on your side of that goddamn river
Don't call me gringo, you beaner
Don't call me a beaner, Mr. Bastard
I'll scare you for being racist and asshole
Don't call me beaner, you fucking gringo
(Fucking gringo what?) Bastard!