“Hey, Rosita-come queek-down at the cantinaの歌が含まれ

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.

You better come home, Speedy Gonzales

Away from tannery row

Stop alla your a-drinkin'

With that floozie named Flo

Come on home to your adobe

And slap some mud on the wall

The roof is leakin' like a strainer

There's loadsa roaches in the hall

Speedy Gonzales, why don't cha come home？

Speedy Gonzales, how come ya leave me all alone？

“Hey, Rosita-I hafta go shopping downtown

For my mudder-she needs some tortillas and chili peppers.”

Your doggy's gonna have a puppy

And we're runnin' outta coke

No enchiladas in the icebox

And the television's broke

I saw some lipstick on your sweatshirt

I smelled some perfume in your ear

Well if you're gonna keep on messin'

Don't bring your business back a-here

Mmm, Speedy Gonzales, why don't cha come home？

Oh, Speedy Gonzales, how come ya leave me all alone？

“Hey, Rosita-come queek-down at the cantina

They giving green stamps with tequila！！”