Chicana Chicana

Para Ji Ji Sternad

Chicana Chicana
por El Casador

Chicana Chicana
She-can-a, She-can-a,
She-can-a do whatever that-a she wanna.

In college tradition when from too much to drink,
You pass out zapatos and pies firmly in sync,
Friends gather round to scratch out the dirtiest things,
All over your face in the most permanent ink.
But Chicana Chicana don’t wait to get drunk,
Each morning she gets up before the moon’s sunk,
And pulls out her plumas and coats them in gunk,
To light up her face like a Benedict monk.

Chicana, Chicana
She-can-a, She-can-a,
She-can-a do whatever that-a she wanna.

“Chicana Chicana,” the old biddies say,
“How you can do that every last day?
Muchachos will come and they’ll want to play
But Chicana Chicana you won’t make them stay.”
She ruffles her feathers when they’re done and said,
And with a soft smile and lilt of her head,
“If I want them that bad that we go to wed,
I can’t want them that bad that they escape’s from my bed.”

Chicana Chicana
She-can-a, She-can-a,
She-can-a do whatever that-a she wanna.

And so an advice to those of you who write,
With sharpie and sharp tongue on debaucherous nights,
A cock or maldicho or some other slight,
On innocent faces drunk out of sight.
“You ke-ep on writing whatever you wrote,
The joke was on suckers so laugh up and gloat,
But try and mark up Chicana Chicana’s top coat,
And you’ll lose your pen, it’s deep in creosote.”

Ah Chicana Chicana
She-can-a, She-can-a,
She-can-a do whatever that-a she wanna.