Back in old town Tucumcari

The old charter oak was filling up

With parrots

The big kind of parrots that scream

And scream their little fuckin parrot faces off

Some say the parrots came from Old Mexee-coe

Other people say from the Coca Cola factory

Mexicans say parrots has always been in that ol’ tree

But never matter the details

Them parrots were loud

Too loud

It was creating a nuisance

A goddamn menace

Noise pollution

Loud screaming birds up in a tree

Attracting Mexicans from all over the place

That was the city’s main problem

The Mexicans

See, Mexicans love parrots

Some people say it’s just a coincidence

But think about it…

When you see a parrot

What’s the first race you think of?

La-fuckin-Rasa.