| Pour me another Tequila Sheila | 
| Take off that red satin dress | 
| I cross the border and I beat the dealer | 
| For all the damn gold in Juarez | 
| I feel like old Pancho Villa, Sheila | 
| And sure could use a friend (I got Pesso to spend) | 
| So pour me another Tequilla Sheila | 
| And lay down n’love me again | 
| Though I can tell you about it | 
| But don’t mind my gun by the bed | 
| I feel kind of naked without it | 
| And it eases the fear in my head | 
| Just pass me the salt n’the lemon | 
| Bend down n’blow out the light | 
| I never had trusted the woman | 
| But Sheila I’ll trust you tonight | 
| Pour me another Tequila Sheila | 
| Take off that red satin dress | 
| I cross the border and I beat the dealer | 
| Dor all the damn gold in Juarez | 
| I feel like old Pancho Villa, Sheila | 
| And sure could use a friend (I got Pesso to spend) | 
| So pour me another Tequilla Sheila | 
| And lay down n’love me again. | 
| Sheila I’m hearing your heart beat | 
| But I’m hearing footsteps outside | 
| The courtyard is crawling with damn federalists | 
| And Sheila there’s no place to hide | 
| I don’t know who could have tipped them | 
| Nobody knew but you | 
| But I can’t make love to a squealer, Sheila | 
| So I guess there’s just one thing to do | 
| Pour me another Tequila Sheila | 
| I’m gonna put on your red dress, you put on my cloths | 
| You go out and face the dealer | 
| And Sheila, I wish you the best | 
| I feel like old Pancho Villa, Sheila | 
| I need a fast horse and a friend | 
| So pour me another Tequila Sheila | 
| And I’ll ride towards the border again… |