Well, I know this city
Yeah, I know these streets
I can even tell you
Where Esteban Jordan packs his heat
I ain’t no Cantinflas, baby
I ain’t no matador
I’m a genuine, Mexified, San Antonio rock ‘n’ roll star

Oh, the wind do blow
‘Round the bishop’s gate
Out on Highway 16
With your bootleg tapes
I ain’t no matador
I’m a genuine, Mexified, San Antonio rock ‘n’ roll star

When the fruit goes bad
Oh, don’t be sad
When the truth goes bad

In the summertime
Oh, you best drive slow
What the policeman say
Just say, ‘I don’t know.’
I ain’t no matador
I’m a genuine, Mexified, San Antonio rock ‘n’ roll star

Yeah, I know this city
Yeah, I know these streets
I can even tell you
Donde Esteban Jordan packs his heat
I ain’t no Cantinflas, baby
I ain’t no matador
I’m a genuine, Mexified, San Antonio rock ‘n’ roll star

Words and music by Hector Saldana, Copyright 2010