No savvy Chicano,
no savvy Spagnoli,
I'm learning as fast as I can.
I love frijoles, tortillas, and tacos,
and listening to old Mexican bands.
No sabe de lingo, I'm just a gringo,
but I do like to work with my hands
And early manana,
I'll smoke what I wanna,
and listen to old Mexican bands
I love the wave and the trumpets
And the smell of a Mexican rose
You can almost see her sombrero
The glitter and cut of her clothes
And I love old Mexican music,
Mugabe makes me dance on my hands
No sabe amigo, but I love the fandango
and listening to old Mexican
bands
Music
And I love the wave of the trumpets
And the smell of the Mexican rose
I can almost see her sombreros
They glitter and cut up her clothes
I love old Mexican music
Agave makes me dance on my hands
No, sonny amigo, I love your pandango
And listening to old Mexican
bands
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