Jefferson Airplane

Mexico

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?
("Where is the plant, my friend, of the sun?)

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 do 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 tole 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