There are men lost in jail. 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. "Hey man Whats in it for me?". 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 bath and comb...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. Ah Homeboy... Isn't that a Mexican 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.