The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are packed in their creosote dumps
You're flying them back to the mexican border
To spend all their money, to wade back again
(chorus)
Goodbye to my juan, good-bye rosalita
Adios mes amigos, jesus y maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee
Some of us are illegal, and others not wanted