Submitted for your illegal immigrating pleasure.
Sung to the tune of Wall of Voodoo’s “Mexican Radio”
Mexican Coyote-oh
I feel a tapping, on my shoulder,
Oh no! It a border patroller!
I turn and run back, across the border,
The chase makes my blood run all the colder.
The open border, I abuse it,
So no American would choose it.
I see the stalking, of the coyote,
I can’t afford what he makes me pay.
I hired a Mexican coyote-oh,
I hired a Mexican coyote-oh, whoa-oh,
I hired a Mexican coyote-oh,
I hired a Mexican coyote-oh, whoa-oh,
I can’t find a job, in my nation,
‘Cause they all are rationed,
So I’d sit, and just whittle,
Then have a rabbit for vittles
I hired a Mexican coyote-oh,
I hired a Mexican coyote-oh, whoa-oh,
I hired a Mexican coyote-oh,
I hired a Mexican coyote-oh, whoa-oh,
I wish I was in, San Diego,
‘Cause I really wanna go vote,
So I could elect, a Reconquista,
We could treat the natives like turistas
I feel a tapping, on my shoulder,
My coyote is feeling much bolder,
He’s really sneaky, this my hombre,
Still I do hate what he makes me pay.
I hired a Mexican coyote-oh,
I hired a Mexican coyote-oh, whoa-oh,
I hired a Mexican coyote-oh,
I hired a Mexican coyote-oh, whoa-oh,
Coyote-oh, coyote-oh,
Coyote-oh, coyote-oh…
…he makes me pay.
