'Ey gringo,
Give me a hand,
Your mate shot me,
This is his land,
I was only crossing,
Just up ahead,
You've gone and done it,
You're all fucking dead.

'Ey Gringo, you're fucking dead,
I'll wrap that poncho, around your fucking head,
I'll kill you slowly; skin you alive.
You've got two bullets, but I've got five.

'Ey Gringo,
I fuck your mum,
You've got three children,
Playing in the sun,
But they won't hear me,
Coming up the road,
Short short life,
They're only twelve years old.

'Ey Gringo, you're fucking dead,
I'll wrap that poncho, around your fucking head,
I'll kill you slowly; skin you alive.
You've got two bullets, but I've got five.