They say El Tapon has broken out of jail,
swimming from Alcatraz to San Francisco
with a smile across his face.
His long Indian hair dripping wet,
seals doing backstrokes next to him
and El Tapon tells them,
we’re all in the same boat, carnales,
the man is trying to keep us down,
the man is always exploiting us.
Cold and shivering,El Tapon walked proudly
through the streets of San Francisco,
walked all the way to Los Angeles,
walked all the way to Texas.
They say there ain’t a white man's jail
that can hold the heart of El Tapon.