Los Tres Pelones

I want the Yankees to know
That with me, three baldies
It's not my fault
That they're lazy
I didn't come to steal anything
I came to work, assholes

I don't need a license
Or an ID
With these green papers
That I earned in construction
I stroll through the streets
In pure trocononón

The Yankees give me dirty looks
But I couldn't care less
I came to make money
Not to be harassed
If there were work in my ranch
I'd go back tomorrow

They say Mexicans
Steal their jobs
I didn't know they liked
To plant and clean their bathrooms
If that's the job they want
We'll gladly leave it to them

The Yankees give me dirty looks
But I couldn't care less
I came to make money
Not to be harassed
If there were work in my ranch
I'd go back tomorrow