Puerto Rico, you lovely island, island of tropical greenness. Always the pineapples growing, always the coffee blossoms blowing. Puerto Rico, you ugly island, island of tropic diseases. Always the hurricanes blowing, always the population growing. And the money away, and the babies crying, and their bullets flying. I like the island Manhattan, smoke on your pipe and put the fire in. I like to be in America, okay by me in America. Everything free in America, for a small fee in America. I like the city of San Juan, I know a boat you can get on. Hundreds of flowers in full bloom, hundreds of people in each room. Automobile in America, chromium steel in America. Wires for free in America, very big deal in America. I'll drive a few weeks to San Juan. If there's a road you can drive on. I'll give my cousins a free ride. How you get all of them inside. Immigrants go to America, many hellos in America. Nobody knows in America, Puerto Rico's in America. I'll bring a TV to San Juan. If there's a current to turn on. I'll get them a washing machine. What have they got there to keep clean? I like the shores of America, Cogworth is yours in America. Nod on the dot in America, wall to wall float in America. When I will go back to San Juan, when you will shut up and get gone. Everyone there will get big cheer. Everyone there would have moved here. I'll drive a few weeks to San Juan.