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 la la la la la,
La la la la,
La la la la.
You better come home, Speedy Gonzales
Away from tannery row
Stop all of your 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 loads of roaches in the hall
Speedy Gonzales, why don't ya' 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 here
Mmm, Speedy Gonzales, why don't ya' come home?
Speedy Gonzales, how come ya' leave me all alone?
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 la la la la la,
La la la la,
La la la la.