Crowded fifty to a room
  There's too many rats in this cage of the world
  And the women know their place
  They sit home and write letters
  And when they visit once a year
  Well they both just sit there and stare
  See how we are
  Gotta keep bars in between us
  See how we are
  We only sing about it once in every twenty years
  See how we are
  Oh see how we are
  Now there are seven kinds of Coke
  500 kinds of cigarettes
  This freedom of choice in the USA drives everybody crazy
  But in Acapulco
  Well they don't give a damn
  About kids selling Chiclets with no shoes on their feet
  See how we are
  And the Mexico City tourist says to the Indian, "Get the fuck out of the way
  See how we are
  We only sing about it once in every twenty years
  See how we are
  Oh see how we are
  Now that highway's coming through
  So you all gotta move
  This bottom rung ain't no fun at all
  No fires and rockhouses and grape-flavored rat poison
  They are the new trinity
  For this so-called community
  See how we are
  Gotta keep bars on all of our windows
  See how we are
  We only sing about it once in every twenty years
  See how we are
  Oh see how we are
  Well this morning the alarm rang at noon
  And I'm trying to write this letter to you
  About how much I care and why I just can't be there
  To draw your both and comb your hair
  Last night in a nightspot
  Where things aren't so hot
  My friend said, "I met a boy and I'm in love"
  I said, "Oh really... What's this one's name?"
  She said, "His first name is Homeboy"
  I said "Could his last name be Trouble?"
  See how we are
  Homeboy... Isn't that a South central gangster name?
  See how we are
  We only sing about it once in every twenty years
  See how we are
  Oh see how we are
  Yeah see how we are