Mexico - Jefferson Airplane

Owsley and Charlie, twins of the trade

Come to the Poet’s Room

Talking about the problems of the leaf

And yes, it’ll be back soon

There used to be tons of gold and green

Comin' up here from Mexico

A donde esta la planta, mi amigo, del sol?

But Mexico is under the thumb

Of a man we call Richard

And he’s come to call himself king

But he’s a small-headed man

And he doesn’t know a thing

About how to deal for you

How to deal for you

There are millions of you now

I mean it’s not as if you were alone

There are brothers everywhere

Just waiting for a toke on that gold

And God knows how far it can go

But thanks Uncle Charlie

For your Mexican smoke

You’re a legend Owsley

For your righteous dope

There were a half a million people on the lawn

And we sang to the faces in the dark

How long must that damn race

Wait for the jailer’s time to end?

How long must the Panther race

Wait for the iron bars to bend?

And no no no no no nobody waits