I’m Just a Gringa
By Sarah Hughes

I’m just a gringa, a rockin’ roll singer
I’ll give you the finger, when I don’t know what to say
Cause I’ve been saying muchas gracias all day
I’ve been praying for a purified ice tray
Looking for the cheapest place to stay tonight
But there’s not enough sunlight to see

Don’t drink the water, so I drank the lager
My mother and my father, they told me not to go
But I did it anyway
I’m only 24 and I’ve still got time to play
Looking for the quickest way to find myself
I can’t sit on the shelf and wait

The backs of Emily’s legs are red and all she wants to do is go to bed
We drank all of the mescal and the squirt
We’re on the run from the sun
I think our time here is done
None of us can think about going back to work

Zipolite, you know we’ve got to get away
Looking for a party before we pull out all our hair
We’ve been to happy hour every single day
Driven all the customers away
Sunny days, hurricanes, rain or shine
Gotta take me to the next bus line
Take me to the next bus line
Take me to the next bus line