LYRIC. R COPY WRITTEN
So you're a big, bad vato
Loco for your Raza
Down for La Causa
Shit, I remember last year
When you hid in fear
Of your name
Of the brown in your eyes
Of the accent in your papa's voice
White buddies you used for camouflage
Your sneers of disrespect
For the Eastside cousins
That you called
"Ghetto"
Your distaste for those fine chulitas
Who passed your door
I remember it all
But this year Chicano is in
And in your mind it's no longer a sin
To include your last name in introductions
To attend - even throw Chicano functions
To hob-nob with the Chicano intelligentsia,
Chicano supertars,
Cholos,
(And all those in between)
Some nights you might
Even be sporting that cute Chicanita
(You know, the one that didn't know you then)
Like our great Huelga Bird
Your wings have bolted you
Out of the closet of shame
And planted your big off-white ass
Just west of Plaza de Cesar Chavez
You shout to Aztlan
"Let's dance, let's drink"
To a Salsa beat
But I remember you
I remember you