In every building you've ever owned
 Any chance to cheat or beat the clock
 With every oil slick sticking to the rocks

 What you see is what you get
 Manhattan skyline, a California sunset
 Truth decay and the breadline poor
 But honey's what the bees make Conquistador

 Conquistador
 Whatta ya fighting for
 Whatta ya want from life
 You've got such an appetite for more
 They laid down the Incas
 You lay down the law
 So hungry for more like Conquistadors
 Whatta ya fighting for

 Only the lonely big leather chair
 Holds its position year after year
 With every wave on every shore
 You wash away your sins like Conquistadors

 Conquistador
 Whatta ya fighting for
 Whatta ya want from life
 You've got such an appetite for more
 They laid down the Incas
 You lay down the law
 So hungry for more like Conquistadors
 Oh they laid down the Incas
 You lay down the law
 So hungry for more like Conquistadors
 Whatta ya fighting for

 So where's the party
 Your sense of humor
 Rumors on Wall Street
 They're diggin' up
 Montezuma