Down on the
Mexican border, about a quarter to one
Up drove a low ridin'
Cadillac,
he was scrapin' the ground
They was drinkin' tequila,
what a party inside
It was
Wild
Rodrig uez, out for a ride
They call him
Wild
Rodriguez, he's the son of a gun
Wild
Rodrig uez,
he's second to none
Wild
Rodriguez, out on the run
Wild
Rodriguez, havin' some fun
She's got a fine old lady,
she's ten, six feet tall
She's got the smile of
Mona
Lisa, and she's totally bomb
She's got a tattoo on the
shoulder of a pirate ship
You better step aside, mister,
she may bust your lip when she runs with
Wild
Rodriguez, there's a son
on the gun
Wild
Rodriguez, second to none
Look out for
Wild
Rodriguez, out on the run
Wild
Rodriguez, having some fun
Kick it!
He stood four foot seven
in his stocking feet
If you're looking for trouble,
he's the one to meet
If you knew his reputa tion,
you would run and hide
If you mess around with him,
it could be suicide
Wild
Rodriguez, he's my son of a gun.
Wild
Rodriguez, second to none.
Wild
Rodriguez, out on the run.
Wild
Rodriguez, having some fun.
Cruisin' to
Compton where the party's tonight
You bet ter roll up the sidewalk,
get your
women inside
You better run,
tell your mama to turn out the light s
Wow,
Rodriguez is cruisin' tonight,
look out for him
Wow,
Rodriguez,
he's the son of a gun
Wow,
Rodriguez, he's sick and done,
look out for him
Wow,
Rodriguez,
out on the run
Wow,
Rodriguez, havin' some fun
Kick it!
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