This is the greatest and best song in the world:
Bea[REDACTED]

Long time ago, me and my brother Kyle here
We was hitchhiking down...
¡MÉXICO!
All of a sudden, there shined a shiny─
Mexicano
In the middle of the road
And he said:

Yo ya estoy hasta la madre de que me pongan sombrero
Escucha entonces cuando digo: "No me llames frijolero"
Y aunque exista algún respeto y no metamos las narices
Nunca inflamos la moneda haciendo guerra a otros países

Te pagamos con petróleo e intereses nuestra deuda
Mientras tanto no sabemos quién se queda con la feria
Aunque nos hagan la fama de que somos vendedores
De la droga que sembramos, ustedes son consumidores

(Matador, matador)
¿Dónde estás, Matador?
(¡Pa-pa-pa-oh, pa-pa-pa-oh!)
(Matador, matador)
No te vayas, Matador
Matado-oh-oh-oh-or

(Chingao')
Now I wish I had a dime
For every single time
I've gotten stared down
For being in the wrong side of town
And a rich man I'd be
If I had that kind of chips...
Lately I wanna smack the smiles
Off these racists

Podrás imaginarte desde afuera
Ser un mexicano cruzando la frontera
Pensando en tu familia mientras que pasas
Dejando todo lo tú que conoces atrás
Si tuvieras tú que esquivar las balas
De unos cuantos gringos rancheros
¿Les seguirás diciendo good for nothing wetbacks
Si tuvieras tú que empezar de cero?

Now why don't you look down
To where your feet is planted
That U.S. soil that makes you take shit for granted
If not for Santa Ana, just to let you know
That where your feet are planted would be Mexico
Correcto!

(Matador, matador)
Valiente, Matador
(¡Pa-pa-pa-oh, pa-pa-pa-oh!)

This is not the greatest song in the world, no
This is just a tribute
Couldn't remember the greatest song in the world, no
No, this is a tribute, oh
To the greatest song in the world, alright
It was the greatest song in the world, alright
Yeah, it was the best mother[¡Hey!] song
The greatest song in the world

No me digas beaner, Mr. Puñetero
Te sacaré un susto por racista y culero
No me llames frijolero, pinche gringo
(¿Pinche gringo qué?)
Puñetero

And the peculiar thing is this, my friends
The song we sang on that fateful night
It didn't actually sound anything like this song!

(¡Hey, hey!)
This is just a tribute, you've gotta believe me
And I wish you were there, just a matter of opinion
Ah [¡Hey!]
Good God, gotta love it
So surprised to find you can't stop it
A fiery ring of fire, rich─
Matado-oh-oh-or

Oh yeah!
Alright!
¡Hey, hey!
¡Hey, hey!