Lyrics:

Puerto Rico You lovely island Island of tropical breezes Always the pineapples growing Always the coffee blossoms blowing Puerto Rico you ugly island Island of tropic diseases Always the huricanes blowing Always the population growing And the money owing And the babies crying And the bullets flying I like the island Manhatten Smoke on your pipe and put that in I like to be in America Ok by me in America Everything free in America For a small fee in America I like the city of San Juan I know a boat you can get on Hundreds of flowers in full bloom Hundreds of people in each room Automobile in America Chromium steel in America Wire spoke wheel in America Very good deal in America I'll drive a buick to San Juan If there's a road you can drive on I'll give my cousins a free ride How you get all of them inside Immigrant goes to America Many hellos in America Nobody knows in America Puerto Rico's in America I'll bring a t.v. to San Juan If there's a channel to turn on I'll bring a new washing machine What have they got there to keep clean I like the shores of America Comfort is your in America Knobs on the doors in America Wall to wall floors in America When I will go back to San Juan When you will shut up and get gone Everyone there will be givebig cheer Everyone there will have moved here (clap clap clap clap)a-yi-yi-yi(x3)