Here’s to old Queen Isabella of Spain, Who was more than a little deranged. A bigot, fanatic and greedy for souls — To baptize the world was the first of her goals. But she bet on a dreamer, That’s how the wheel rolls, And afterward all the world changed. Queen Isabella, where are you today? The new Chris Columbus is wasting away. The same game is waiting, but no one will play. Queen Isabel, where are you now? And when the King learned that She’d pawned all her gems, There were many fine curses he hurled. “Just think of the armies that we’d have to rent, Preserving our borders from France’s intent. We could’ve bought Belgium For what you’d just spent And threw over the edge of the world!” Now above the horizon at night we can see New worlds hanging just out of reach. And the new kings and ministers Tell the same tales. They’ve higher priorities: building new jails, New drug-war command posts And insurance sales. That’s why we’re still here on the beach!