Pedro, a little one, Pedro,
the laziest one in Mexico.
Way down in Tijuana
where the weather sure is hot,
I meet a little fellow
that I never have forgot.
I saw him lying in the shade,
sombrero on his head.
If it wasn't for the snoring,
I'd have thought that he was dead.
Pedro, a little one of Pedro,
De Lazy Es Juan in Mexico.
One day while he was
sleeping sound,
It started into rain.
He woke him from his slumber,
But he never did complain.
He just sat there getting water,
Did he care why not one bit?
Said he wouldn't have to wash himself
Before he went to eat.
Pedro, a little one of Pedro,
The laziest one in Mex
ico
I asked him what he'd like to be
when he became a man
A doctor or a lawyer or a politician
Senor, I don't like those,
the job for me there's only one,
and that's trying out mattresses
for folks to sleep upon.
Pedro, a little one of Pedro,
the laziest one in Mexico.
His mother told him, son,
I think it's time you went to school,
or else when you are a big man
you will be a silly fool.
But if I learn to read and write,
I'll have to work like mad,
and a wise man doesn't work,
he lets the fools do it instead.
Pedro, a little one of Pedro,
the laziest one in Mexico.
Pedro, a little one of Pedro,
the laziest one in Mexico.
The laziest one in Mexico.
Be Lazy is One in Mexico