Oh, the world will sing of a musician
A thousand years from now
And not because he sang some songs
Or had those lofty brows
While our poor Hector suffers
The fate he didn't choose
We all have to listen to
That no good de la Cruz!
Incredible as he is inept
Whenever the history books are kept
They'll call him the phony musician of Mexico
A pox on the phony musician of Mexico!
Never even bothers to rehearse
He's sure to be known as de la Worst
A pox on that phony musician of Mexico!
While he plays that guitar
For the living and the dead
All the fame and recognition goes
Right to that swelled head
But while there is a Rivera
In Miguel's family pack
We'll find a way to make him pay
And steal the title back
A minute before he knows we're there
Miguel will snatch his underwear
The breezy and uneasy musician of Mexico
The snivellin', grovellin'
Measly, weasely
Blabberin', jabberin'
Gibberin', jabberin'
Blunderin', plunderin'
Wheelin', dealin'
De la Cruz, that phony musician of Mexico
Yeah!