| Oh it’s great to see our homeland
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| Breathe the Iberian atmosphere
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| Just because we are Hispanic
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| Doesn’t mean we’re oceanic
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| Quite frankly we’ve had water up to here
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| We’ve nade waves to last a lifetime
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| We’ve been saturated, almost drowned
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| We are Spanish not Caribbean
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| We are human, not amphibian
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| We’ll seek our fortunes on Spain’s solid ground
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| There’s no future in the new world
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| Only fools believe the tales
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| Of the gold of El Dorado
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| Only suckers set their sails
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| We have seen the way the tide is turning
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| We see what no sailor can
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| We are in the ball, discerning
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| We’re anit-diluvian
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| Sixteenth century man
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| Two very fine examples of
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| Sixteenth, sixteenth century man
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| There are women who are lining
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| Every avenue in every port
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| Now at last we’ll get to grips with
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| Things they never equip ships with
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| We have sailed into our last resort
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| There’s no goldmine in the new world
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| It’s a trick to get recruits
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| On the boat to El Dorado
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| We’re returning to our roots
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| We’re going back to land locked ladies
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| Cortez never let them board
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| All in all the point we’ve made is
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| We don’t want to go abroad
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| Two very fine examples of
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| Sixteenth century man
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| Two terra firma samples of
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| Sixteenth, sixteenth century man |