I was born in a green valley
I was born in this peace of land
Got to go be the man with a plan
To the concrete jungle
But i'll be back as soon as I can
Got to go pack my bags; no Green Bay
September ended on a Green Day
Still horsing around on this green hay
On my way to the promise land for green pay
For them dead presidentes
En mi bolsillo es sencillo
Dime; ¿Quien no quiere su propio castillo?
Pero no vendas tu patria para ser millo...
No vendas tu patria para ser millo
No vendas tu patria para ser millo (bis)
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