Dear friend, family and other enemies, I am truly feed up with the bad mouthing of my brother PeeWee (and I am sure Jersey Ed and Rufuz feel the same) telling the world all those lies and don't take the blame that he deserve.
That Mexico story...well what can I say?

PeeWee is so full of bull like a cattleman,
We weren’t nothing but “The Three Bandidos”
which we went across the wetback’s Rio Grande
running away from the lawmen of the gringos,
and it was PeeWee that convinced us to work
in a greasy restaurant owned by one albino
a mean fat man wearing very old sweating rags
and God help us! he was of Federales el amigo.

Not only PeeWee set us in a dubious clintch,
boasted to the owner we were famous gringos
singing we could and all night gladly entertain
despite we couldn’t hold a tune for a jingo,
one of those bellicose Pancho Villa’s rebels
which can’t forget that The Alamo han perdido
so, there were the elder brother holding fort
with two brothers that couldn’t talk the lingo.

Catastrophe came unto us by Mexican weed
because Jersey Ed couldn’t live without a joint,
so, high like a kite, he was bringing some food,
stumbled and poured all on Federales gunpoint,
which didn’t need much an excuse to start firing
so I took my dumb brothers before a breakpoint
will land us in a Mexicanos jail getting beaten up
by big mustaches showing us his disappoint.



PS that picture was doctored by PeeWee the Cheat.