Sitting in my room surrounded by tequila My homeboys all have left, my head is muy caliente Its already manana, but piece of la noche are stuck inside my head What we did was bullshit, we live the pinchi way I guess that I'm cabrona...???
And I guess, we'll never find out who is the true cochino who never cleans his room Tijuana She Must Fall [x3] On a crazy party night
On a pinchi punyerra(SP?) mattress I'll lay for hours Adding up my sins from La Raza magazines I'm proud of my vida, and i stand inside my room With all of my trippy Jimi Hendrix posters and shit
And sometimes when no ones looking i smoke mota And my, my uncle comes in He says "Cochina, clean your room"
I guess they'll never find out Which one of us is truly a cochino Tijuana She Must Fall [x4]
Why don't you go, let us get out of here go have have some fun, find some trabajo or something My uncle Bobby he said he's gonna get me some trabajo My Uncle Bobby Pyn, he said Nyaaa Nyaaa Nyaa Which means go get work, you know go to work He said, he said I got you trabajo at Oki Dogs Nyaaa Nyaaa
I'll never know who is the true cochino Who never cleans the banjo's after They take a cackas Tijuana She Must Fall [x4]
Wait a minute, some, some pinchi esse from Huntington Beach just hit me right in the face and called me a poseur, we're gonna get him eh