Lost in the barrio I walk like an injun So carlo won't suspect something's wrong here I dance in place And paint my face And act like I belong here Chorus: Throw back the little ones And pan-fry the big ones Use tact, poise and reason And gently squeeze them
Hot licks and rhetoric Don't count much for nothing Be glad if you can use what you borrow So I pawn my crown For a ride uptown And buy it back tomorrow
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Done like a matador I pray for the weekend And hope the little girls still throw roses Else I'll change my bait And move upstate Before the season closes
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