I was raised in the heart of the city
Raised up and put down and told what to do
Now looking back it just seems like a pity
I think that I must have been some kind of fool

Ay, for the things I could show you
Ay, for the things you would see
Ay, digo venga, amigo
Ay, to my fair country

But now you will find me out here every morning
Out on the beach or else down in the square
Drinking tequila and wearing huaraches
Smelling the pool blossom scent in the air

Ay, for the things I could show you
Ay, for the things you would see
Ay, digo venga, amigo
Ay, to my fair country

Bananas and coconuts, fish from the ocean
Sun in the morning and music at night
Everyone seems to pass by in slow motion
Pregunto, amigo: What more could be right?

Ay, for the things I could show you
Ay, for the things you would see
Ay, digo venga, amigo
Ay, to my fair country

Gringo en Mexico, seré mexicano
Gringo en Mexico, mi pais hermosa
Ah, yes, mi pais hermosa
Ah, yes, mi pais hermosa
Ah, yes, la gran mariposa
Ah, yes, mi pais hermosa
Hermosa, hermosa