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