Mexico and America Fistfight Over Me Lyrics

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