[Verse 1]
From Key West looking to the north
to old Progreso on the beach
the biggest thing a fool can see
is El Golfo de México.
It isn’t hard to recognize
for anyone with common sense.
A child can tell you what it is:
it’s El Golfo de México.
[Chorus]
Oh yes, they changed it on their apps
to something stupid on their maps
so dolts with minds like diapers full
could dump the Gulf of Mexico.
Ah yes, but it’s still there today
and it will be there when they’re gone
when all their gaslit apps fess up
It’s El Golfo de México.
[Verse 2]
I learned to swim there in its waves
on Anna Maria Island
At nine years old I knew it well
The good old Gulf of Mexico.
And all my friends knew just the same
as we had parties on its shores
and grew up in its culture deep.
along the Gulf of Mexico.
[Chorus]
Oh yes, they changed it on their apps
to something stupid on their maps
so dolts with minds like diapers full
could dump the Gulf of Mexico.
Ah yes, but it’s still there today
and it will be there when they’re gone
when all their gaslit apps fess up
It’s El Golfo de México.
[Verse 3]
They might replace a name they hate
with something they don’t understand
Amerigo might laugh and say
“es El Golfo de México.”
They’re drowning in stupidity
and swimming in their brainless minds
where Dunning Kruger’s on display
en El Golfo de México.
[Chorus]
Oh yes, they changed it on their apps
to something stupid on their maps
so dolts with minds like diapers full
could dump the Gulf of Mexico.
Ah yes, but it’s still there today
and it will be there when they’re gone
when all their gaslit apps fess up
It’s El Golfo de México.
[Verse 4]
Let them chase their tales like dogs,
around and round until they tire
of barking up their asses thick
en El Golfo de México.
Let donkeys bray their folly loud.
Let asses bellow flatulence.
But we will always know the name
es El Golfo de México.
[Chorus]
Oh yes, they changed it on their apps
to something stupid on their maps
so dolts with minds like diapers full
could dump the Gulf of Mexico.
Ah yes, but it’s still there today
and it will be there when they’re gone
when all their gaslit apps fess up
It’s El Golfo de México.
[Outro]
Let donkeys bray their folly loud.
Let asses bellow flatulence.
But we will always know the name
es El Golfo de México.
Lyrics, Bill Graham
