Just below San Diego

Tijuana, land of broken dreams

Senoritas dancing in the moonlight

Flashing Spanish dark eyes to everyone, it seems



They say "Hey, gringo

Can you take us across the border?

Just tell them I'm your daughter

of a local."



Down the backstreets, through the alleys

All the young men stand with pride

They guard the palace to the kingdom

Called Tijuana, their heritage they decide



They say "Hey, gringo

Can you take us across the border?

We'll work for just a quarter

On the other side"