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HERNANDEZ

I see the Red Wings worked you over real good,
You don’t walk across another neighborhood

SAL

Don’t touch me, alright?

HERNANDEZ

Oh, now you ready to rumble?
I’m scared!
I’m gonna run to your stepfather’s church and start praying
Oye, mother fucker, where’s this Jibaro from?
You know it takes a strong man to survive.

HERNANDEZ AND BABU CHARLIE CRUZ

It ain’t no accident that you’re still alive

HERNANDEZ, VAMPIRES AND DOO-WOP

We stand for the neighborhood

HERNANDEZ

He still lives with his mami, but he sneaks down
A coolie in the shadow of the playground
You want to fight for your people – don’t you Sal?

SAL

If I got to

HERNANDEZ

Oh, you got to. Believe me
Come here, man, I want to show you something
Ven pa’ cá

HERNANDEZ

This is the cave of the Vampires,
Count Dracula’s castle,
The very sight could turn a white man gray
Made in the shade, use my umbrella
Black like the night we fly in
That blade is all you need
To keep the dogs away

So you want to be a Vampire, man! That’s good.
We always looking for young blood in the neighborhood
Carlos Apache collects the dues
So you bring us something that we can use

HERNANDEZ AND VAMPIRES

If you got the balls, then come on, mete mano,

BABU CHARLIE CRUZ

Vaya Carlos!

HERNANDEZ AND VAMPIRES

If you got the balls, then come on, mete mano,

HERNANDEZ

Frenchy Cordero goes down to Hell’s Kitchen
To sell the Irish some weed
This paddy boy’s mother on the stoop starts bitchin’
‘Bout “Spics is a mongrel breed”
Now here comes her son
He looks like a ton of corned beef
Floating in beer
He says
“Fucking Puerto Rican dope-dealing punks
Get your shit-brown ass out of here!”

HERNANDEZ AND VAMPIRES

He said
“Fucking Puerto Rican dope-dealing punk
Get your shit-brown ass out of here!”
Yeah, yeah

HERNANDEZ

These shantytown Irish they kicked his ass good.
And they fractured his collarbone.
Coño, all I was thinking, “What home of the brave?
This is a fucking war zone”

VAMPIRES
If you got the balls, then come on, mete mano
If you got cojones, come on, mete mano
If you got the balls, then come on, mete mano
If you got cojones, come on, mete mano

Mete mano
Mete mano
Mete mano

© 1997 Lyrics by Paul Simon and Derek Walcott