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
Chorus
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
Chorus