Jefferson Airplane - Mexico Lyrics
by Grace SlickOwsley and Charlie, twins of the trade,Come to the Poet's RoomTalking about the problems of the leaf,And yes, it'll be back soonThere used to be tons of gold and greenComin' up here from MexicoA donde esta la planta, mi amigo, del sol?[The translation is: "Where is the plant, my friend, of the sun."]But Mexico is under the thumbOf a man we call RichardAnd he's come to call himself kingBut he's a small-headed manAnd he doesn't know a thingAbout how to deal for youHow to deal for youThere are millions of you nowI mean it's not as if you were aloneThere are brothers everywhereJust waiting for a toke on that goldAnd God knows how far it can goBut thanks Uncle CharlieFor your Mexican smokeYou're a legend OwsleyFor your righteous dopeThere were a half a million people on the lawnAnd we sang to the faces in the darkHow long must that damn raceWait for the jailer's time to end?How long must the Panther raceWait for the iron bars to bend?And no no no no no nobody waits
