It was a moonlit night in old Mexico. I walked alone between some old adobe haciendas. Suddenly, I heard the plaintive cry of a young Mexican girl. La la La la la la la la La la la la la la You better come home, Speedy Gon Away from tannery Stop alla your a- With that floozie named Come on home to your a And slap some mud on the The roof is leakin like a Speedy Gon why dontcha come Speedy Gon how come ya leave me all a "Hey, Rosita-I hafta go shopping downtown for my mudder-she needs some tortillas and chili peppers." La la La la la la la la La la la la la la Your doggys gonna have a And were runnin outta No enchiladas in the And the televisions I saw some lipstick on your I smelled some perfume in your Well if youre gonna keep on Dont bring your business back a- Speedy Gon why dontcha come Speedy Gon how come ya leave me all a "Hey, Rosita-come queek-down at the cantina they giving green stamps with tequila!!" La la La la la la la la La la la la la la |