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It was a moonlit night in old Mexico |
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I walked alone between some old adobe haciendas. |
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Suddenly, I heard the plaintive cry of a young Mexican girl |
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You better come home, Speedy Gonzales |
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Away from tannery row |
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Stop alla your a-drinkin' |
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With that floozie named Flo |
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Come on home to your adobe |
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And slap some mud on the wall |
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The roof is leakin' like a strainer |
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There's loadsa roaches in the hall |
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Speedy Gonzales |
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Why don'tcha come home? |
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Speedy Gonzales |
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How come ya leave me all alone? |
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Hey, Rosita-I hafta go shopping downtown for my mudder |
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She needs some tortillas and chili peppers |
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Your doggy's gonna have a puppy |
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And we're runnin' outta coke |
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No enchiladas in the icebox |
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And the television's broke |
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I saw some lipstick on your sweatshirt |
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I smelled some perfume in your ear |
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Well, if you're gonna keep on messin' |
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Don't bring your business back a-here |
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Speedy Gonzales |
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Why don'tcha come home? |
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Speedy Gonzales |
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How come ya leave me all alone? |
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Hey, Rosita-come quick, down at the canteena |
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They giving green stamps with tequila |