Mexico and America Fistfight Over Me

Mexico
She loved me
And America
She loved me, too

So what's a good boy to do
To do
When he has tomorrow dreams
His past just doesn't seem
To do
To do

Mexico
Was brown
With braided hair
To the ground
She had
Really big... eyes
Like cups
Like cups

Of coffee
Of coffee

America
Had light eyes
That were full
Of light
With skin
So good
It was
Well, it was

It was white
Her skin was white

America
Had birthing hips
And they parted like
Her thin pink

Lips
Her thin pink lips

Mexico
Knew me first
And cared for me
Like a curse

To nurse
To nurse

But America
Was new
And showed me
What to do

To be like her
To be like her
And ooooh
I liked her
Yeah
I liked her
I like them both

Oh yeah
Oh yeah

Then one day
Ol' Mexico
Went to
My Bus
And waited for me
To get off

You know what I mean
You know what I mean

When I got off
The bus
Miss America
Was just

Behind me
Behind me
She was always behind me

So Mexico
Punched America
In the pelvis
And drew

First blood
She drew first blood

Well America
Elbowed
Old Mexico
In the nose

And the blood flowed
And the blood flowed
Her blood flowed
It flowed

America
Didn't care
She grabbed Mexico
By the hair

And pulled on her roots
By the roots
Her dark brown roots
Her roots

And I watched
To see
Which lady
Which lady

Would win me
Would win me
Who do you think won me
Did they have to win me

Mexico
She loved me
And America
She loved me, too

So what's a good boy to do
To do
When he has tomorrow dreams
His past just doesn't seem
To do
To do