Lock up your shed because juanito's coming Just crossed over into mexico Lock up your pigsty and your daughters Cos if it moves, you know old juanito
Young ladies he likes to ravish He knows how to make them wet And if he can't, he'll dig himself a hole Or go looking for your favorite pet, ole
They call him juanito the bandito Lock up your things, you'll be robbed They call him juanito The randy bandito Oh, how many people have sobbed his name?
He wears a soft sun-soaked sombrero A droopy moustache to his chin He will hold up stab or shoot you So that he can get it in o.k.
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