Oh, it's great to see our homeland
Breathe the Iberian atmosphere
Just because we are Hispanic
Doesn't mean we're oceanic
Quite frankly we've had water up to here

We've made waves to last a lifetime
We've been saturated, almost drowned
We are Spanish not Caribbean
We are human, not amphibian
We'll seek our fortunes on Spain's solid ground

There's no future in the new world
Only fools believe the tales
Of the gold of El Dorado
Only suckers set their sails

We have seen the way the tide is turning
We see what no sailor can
We are in the ball, discerning
We're anit diluvian

Sixteenth century man
Two very fine examples of
Sixteenth, sixteenth century man

There are women who are lining
Every avenue in every port
Now at last we'll get to grips with
Things they never equip ships with
We have sailed into our last resort

There's no goldmine in the new world
It's a trick to get [bad word] 
On the boat to El Dorado
We're returning to our roots

We're going back to land locked ladies
Cortez never let them board
All in all the point we've made is
We don't want to go abroad

Two very fine examples of
Sixteenth century man
Two terra firma samples of
Sixteenth, sixteenth century man