The Spanish galleons drew near
And the Aztec warriors watched
From their mountain sides
Yeah the fear in their eyes
As clear as their end it was near
With his men and his guns
But as soon as he touched ground
Well his men wanted to turn around
So he burned down the turn around ships
Yeah he crossed all that water
With his cannon and fodder
An he wouldn′t let no man
Talk him in to being anything other than
Falls on your California glass
Washing away the hardline
From your California past
Ah but you're not surprised anymore
That they's a lookin for you
But your guns on your map
And they′re both in your lap
Besides your Chic's with you
Ah but see how the lightning
Yeah but you′re not surprised anymore