Tuber Song

(Intro: Brisk accordion riff and the steady stomp of a drum) (Verse 1) In the dusty streets of a border town Lived a man named HT, with a heavy frown He wore a stiff collar and a cold, gray stare But the scent of al pastor was always in his hair He dreamed of the Rhine and a castle of stone In a land where the winter chills you to the bone He joined the Party, the old NSDAP Ignoring the fact he was born by the sea. (Verse 2) He marched in his boots through the Mexican heat With a bratwurst in hand, and huaraches on feet He shouted in German—or what he thought was right But he’d sneak a dozen tacos in the middle of the night He claimed he was Aryan, pure and refined But the sun of the desert had left him behind A soldier of fortune with a secret inside A heart for the fellas that he tried hard to hide. (Chorus) Oh, HT, the Prussian from old Mexico With a swastika badge and a heart full of woe He loves the accordion, he loves the parade But he’s caught in a lie that he himself made A German in spirit, but Mexican soul Trying to play a most impossible role. (Verse 3) The Party was distant, a ghost from the past But HT’s delusions were built to last He’d eye the young Vaqueros with a lingering glance While dreaming of Munich and a military dance The irony tasted like lime and like salt He was trapped in a cycle, and it wasn't his fault A man of the shadows, a man of the pride With a German persona and a lover to find. (Bridge) Then came the day he headed for the line To cross to the North, where the stars used to shine The sun beat him down, the sand burned his skin And the "Master Race" felt remarkably thin His throat was a desert, his spirit was dry Under the heat of a big Texas sky. (Verse 4) "¡Agua!" he cried, as his boots started to fail Not a word of the German, just a Mexican wail He needed a drink to make it across To realize his labels were all just a loss A Mexican man, queer and thirsty and bold With a story of madness that had to be told. (Outro) So play the accordion, let the bajo play loud For the man in the uniform, once so very proud He’s crossing the river, he’s shedding the name Back to the water from where he once came. (Final Accordion Flourish)

They're going to be forced to go away. It takes time. It doesn't happen all at once. We're going to do something pretty soon to take care of them. They're going to wish they just went away. They won't be laughing soon. Let them know. A lot of preparation to do what's about to happen to them. Not going to like it. Let them know. And there's not really anything they can do about it either. That much I'll say.