Late one night, so long ago, and I was very young you know. Mama come take my hand, lead me down to the Rio Grande and she say to me "Son it's time for you to go, it's time to leave ol' Mehico, go live by the gringo, and be his amigo, si." "Jump in, swim boy!" Me madre say to me, "you got to run to east LA, and raise a family! But try to understand, try to understand, try try try to understand, you're Hispanic, man." (there is a second verse, as in the real song, but not included here)