North with their McDonald's, basketball and Rock'N Roll
Their topless and Madonna's and Stallone's abs
Tanning intellectuals, supermarket scholars
They have everything but they haven't paid for anything
At 18 you're a kid to drink in a bar
But you're man enought for war and killing
Long live Vietnam and hurray for Forrest Gump
Long live Wall Street and hurray for Donald Trump
Long live Seven Eleven
They put powder on their noses and carry syringes in their pockets
They travel with marijuana to understand the situation
of this planet judge who releases an invitation
Cut it off to your husband and you'll gain reputation
REFRAIN:
Stripes and stars are taking over my flag
And our freedom is nothing but a whore
And if foreign debt stole the spring from us
Screw you, geography! The borders are over...
If North were south, the Sioux would be the outcast
Being dark skinned and squat would be the hottest look
Marcos would be the Mexican Rambo
And Cindy Crawford, the Menchú of my country folks
Reagan would be Somoza
Fidel would be an athlete running stock markets by Wall Street
and Che Guevara would cook Double-Meat burgers
the Yankees from Wetback to Tijuana
and the rafts from Miami to Havana, if North were South
We'd be the same, even maybe a little bit worse
with Falklands by Greenland
and a Disneyland in Guatemala
And a Simon Bolivar breaking his secret
Here it's the 187, Yankees out by decree
Stripes and stars are taking over my flag
And our freedom is nothing but a whore
And if foreign debt stole the spring from us
Screw you, geography! The borders are over... (twice)
If North were South, it'd be the same junk
I'd sing a Rap, and this song wouldn't even exist