Oh it's great to see our homeland   Breathe the Iberian atmosphere   Just because we are Hispanic   Doesn't mean we're oceanic   Quite frankly we've had water up to here      We've nade waves to last a lifetime   We've been saturated, almost drowned   We are Spanish not Caribbean   We are human, not amphibian   We'll seek our fortunes on Spain's solid ground      There's no future in the new world   Only fools believe the tales   Of the gold of El Dorado   Only suckers set their sails   We have seen the way the tide is turning   We see what no sailor can   We are in the ball, discerning   We're anit-diluvian   Sixteenth century man   Two very fine examples of   Sixteenth, sixteenth century man      There are women who are lining   Every avenue in every port   Now at last we'll get to grips with   Things they never equip ships with   We have sailed into our last resort      There's no goldmine in the new world   It's a trick to get recruits   On the boat to El Dorado   We're returning to our roots   We're going back to land locked ladies   Cortez never let them board   All in all the point we've made is   We don't want to go abroad   two very fine examples of   Sixteenth century man   Two terra firma samples of   Sixteenth, sixteenth century man