Holaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ah!!!
Holaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ah!!!


We come from the land called Mexico,
in the midnight hour across the Grand Rio.

The promise of The Dream Act will drive us to your lands,
to join the hordes, singing and crying: Obama, I am coming!

On your streets with no green card, our only goal is to live within your shores.

Holaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ah!!!
Holaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ah!!!

We come from the land called Mexico,
in the midnight hour across the Grand Rio.

How soft your borders are, you have an open door.
Of how we claim that we want more. We are your overlords.

On the streets with no green-card, our only goal is to live within your shores.

So now you'd better stop and let us have our ruins.
For we won't stop with the Dream Act despite you are losing.

OOOhhhoooooo, OOOhhoooooo, OOOhhhooooo

OOOhhhoooooo, OOOhhoooooo, OOOhhhooooo

El Presidente wrote:

We come from the land called Mexico,
In the midnight hour across the Grand Rio.

You had me at the title and first lines...

Most Epically Equal

Groucho Marxist wrote:Most Epically Equal

Thank You, Commissar Groucho. Equality of mediocrity is what I live for.

Led Zeppelin...some kind of...blimp? I thought these kittehs sang the original: