This is a pinchi muy muy trendy one...      Sitting in my room surrounded by tequila   My homeboys all have left, my head is muy caliente   Its already manana, but piece of la noche are stuck inside my head   What we did was bullshit, we live the pinchi way   I guess that I'm cabrona...???      And I guess, we'll never find out    who is the true cochino who never cleans his room   Tijuana She Must Fall [x3]   On a crazy party night      On a pinchi punyerra(SP?) mattress I'll lay for hours   Adding up my sins from La Raza magazines   I'm proud of my vida, and i stand inside my room   With all of my trippy Jimi Hendrix posters and shit      And sometimes when no ones    looking i smoke mota   And my, my uncle comes in    He says "Cochina, clean your room"      I guess they'll never find out    Which one of us is truly a cochino   Tijuana She Must Fall [x4]      Why don't you go, let us get out of here   go have have some fun, find some trabajo or something   My uncle Bobby he said he's gonna get me some trabajo   My Uncle Bobby Pyn, he said Nyaaa Nyaaa Nyaa   Which means go get work, you know go to work   He said, he said   I got you trabajo at Oki Dogs Nyaaa Nyaaa      I'll never know who is the true cochino   Who never cleans the banjo's after    They take a cackas   Tijuana She Must Fall [x4]      Wait a minute, some, some pinchi esse from Huntington Beach    just hit me right in the face and called me a poseur, we're gonna get him eh