Chucos

Writing these bad boys just for you,
whispering the words to myself first,
yelling them in the backyard.

How can we know what we don’t know?
When the “don’t know” knocks,
don’t knock on wood.

They say girls like bad boys,
they say opposites attract,
so I’m writing these bad boys just for you.

Yeah, they wearing black leather jackets,
yeah, they cussing up a storm of browness,
yeah, they call your daddy asshole, culero,

yeah, they’re punks, pachucos, putos,
they disrespect everything everyone holds sacred,
I’m writing these bad boys just for you!