Mexican Heaven Lyrics - The Last Chair Violinist - South Park Mexican

There's a question that people have been asking for eternity...is there a Heaven, and if so, what's it like? 

Will I see my homie Chris there? 

He got smoked by some fools who shouldn't be alive, 

I'm tryin' to cope, but it's just so hard; 

dear God, will I see him on the boulevard? 

Can you tilt your hat to the side, if you want; 

or do you gotta have it straight to the front? 

I been saggin' Dickies ever since I was eight, 

and I wonder will somebody try to tell me I can't? 

I won a knife at the carnival they have off Jensen, 

It's just for good luck, not for a weapon. 

I wonder can I take it; well, that's if I make it, 

but I don't wanna walk around all butt-naked. 

Will my hydraulics work up in the clouds; 

do people start complaining if the music is loud? 

And these are the things that I asked the Reverend, 

"Excuse me sir, but can Mexicans go to Heaven?" 

The other day I spoke to the Reverend, 

to see if he'd say that Mexicans could go to Heaven. 

When I grow old, though I know this life is a blessing, 

I wanna know, is there a Mexican Heaven Lord? 

Will my grandfather's beer breath be real bad; 

or will they make him take mints or the white Tic-Tacs? 

Do the R&B and Hip Hop radio stations play our raps, 

or do they still be hatin'? 

People owe me money from previous business, 

and I wonder can I get it with a little bit interest? 

And what about drop-outs with no education; 

I can't spell good but I know multiplication. 

Do they got real tortillas for all the races; 

or them fake lil' skinny ones like some places? 

I know my sancha's out of the question, 

but on the cool, she got love for a Mexican. 

Will my homies pitch in or wanna smoke for free; 

will they have gas money or depend on me? 

Can I roll on gold streets in my '57; 

let me know, can Mexicans go to Heaven? 

The other day I spoke to the Reverend, 

to see if he'd say that Mexicans could go to Heaven. 

When I grow old, though I know this life is a blessing, 

I wanna know, is there a Mexican Heaven Lord? 

Will they charge an arm and leg for the new Mike Jordans; 

or sell 'em half price so everyone can afford 'em? 

What about tobacco products, do they ban 'em; 

one thing about cigarettes: I just can't stand 'em. 

Is minimum wage all they offer my people; 

does my uncle gotta marry someone just to be legal? 

Will he get dirty looks 'cause he can't speak English; 

Do the chicks dress up or do they show their chichis? 

What kind of clubs do they have in Heaven; 

I don't dance Techno and no Two-Steppin'. 

I got a few warrants, will they follow me there; 

or can I start clean with a record that's clear? 

Is my pitbull there; his name is Plex, 

He choked on his chain jumpin' over the fence. 

I'm sorry if I'm askin' you too many questions, 

I just gotta know, can Mexicans go to Heaven? 

The other day I spoke to the Reverend, 

to see if he'd say that Mexicans could go to Heaven. 

When I grow old, though I know this life is a blessing, 

I wanna know, is there a Mexican Heaven Lord?