spoken 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.
female voice singing a series of la-la-la's
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 dontcha...
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