Old de Spain oppressing me Promised wealth and fields of gold Bright sunlight has blinded me He ran my life, mankin style So now I burn burn burn burn burn To never return Ohhohh... Old de Spain has a harvest mind His cracking whip had marked my back Oh I was taxed for piles of cash So I got a can of gazoline To burn burn burn burn burn And never return Ohhohh... Old de Spain hiding 'neath his rug Stop pulling my strings you smug ol' thug Oh, this can is ripe for my revolt This brand of fire and flames is now meant for you So you'll burn burn burn burn burn And when the sky is colored red And I'm on my way to another town Oh I will get my freedom sir Make my own rules play my own strings So burn burn burn burn burn And never return Ohhohh.