It's getting old The bad news Why turn on my TV When it's only tragedy Why turn on my radio When the headlines hurt you know We are all immigrants Sorry for the bad news It's always an issue

Uh-uh-uh-eh-eh Cecilia, you're breaking my heart You're shaking my confidence daily Uh-uh-uh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh I turn my radio up and it's just my luck Why are you following me? It's like a 'missing you' sign Is written on my face