A Song of Colonial Mexican Bakers

For my Latin American History research paper, I am arguing how food is a national identity in Mexico.  At least, that's what I'm supposed to be doing.  I was intrigued by a song I found in one of the books about Mexican food, so I felt compelled to share it with you.  The lyrics are beautiful and moving, so to think that 18th century street musicians composed these words is unexpected.  Taken directly from a historical source, renowned for its accuracy and amount of information.



He is really a baker
who doesn't indulge himself;
and if you give him a tiny
kiss, he'll start to work.

She is really a baker
who doesn't indulge herself;
take off your underpants
because I want to party.



There you have it.  I blame this for the existence of American pop "music" in the condition it's in today.