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It's way beyond that old El Paso,
Unjust this law they say.
(Hostin' these posers that slip through like Crisco™)
Say's California, hey.
We'd better start heavin' rotten hoods and cartel dudes,
More dollars of green we pay.
And nobody knows the half of her,
Almost everybody thinks it's okay.
Arizona, Can't feel the pain so laid?
Arizona, takin' on the crooks of this world,
Arizona, cut off from interstate trade,
Arizona, why'd you say no, why stray?
Ripped off, denied, their acting like a meany copper shunned away, riled.
Shape no restraint there's no space and the middle ground, ain't.
Arizona, make all your 'locos' shoo,
Arizona, our way or the highway.
Hollering up in San Francisco,
You should be kind; let stay.
(What would amount to gone 'way fiscal),
And you will count less hay.
You want them leave these robbin' hoods your neighborhoods go (strolling back south there to stay).
We should be feeding you atop our tables?
It's these things they make us pay.
Arizona, sell off your cap and trade,
Arizona, takin' on the look of third world.
Arizona, shake off those loco blues,
Hey Obama, Can't you see it our way?
Arizona, So glad someone's not afraid,
Arizona, Hey won'tcha lead the way.
Arizona, take out those snow-blow crews,
Hey Obama, take another look at the... word.
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