| Oh signorita
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| When the evening sun go down
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| I come to serenade you
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| From another part of town.
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| Rafaella is my mother’s name.
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| She loves her Juan Jose
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| My mother is a matriarch
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| Oh what more can I say
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| Together they raised three children
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| Mario Carmen and Ray
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| They live near de Janeiro
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| on Mona da Vinci Bay
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| I’m gonna eat my rice and beans
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| I’m gonna suck on a chili dog
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| Way down in Spanish Town
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| In the Spanish fog
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| Oh I love you to meet my friend Don Juan
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| He loves to play the mandolin
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| Signoritas they gather 'round'
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| Cause they think that he’s a Mexican
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| But I know so much better
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| I’m holding here the proof
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| Don Juan is a gringo boy
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| He’s not telling us the truth
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| But he loves his rice and beans
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| He’s gonna suck on a chili dog
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| Way down in SpanishTown
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| In a Spanish fog
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| I love you to meet Margarita
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| Margarita she is calling me
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| And I love to hear my name
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| Out the lights and bring on the wine
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| It’s Fiesta time again
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| You know I love my Portugal
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| 'cause she shows me what to do
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| All the roads lead to Mexico, Mexico, Mehico, Mexico, |
| Mehico
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| but they bring me back to you
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| She’s gonna eat her rice and beans
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| She’s gonna suck on a chili dog
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| Way down in Spanish Town
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| In the Spanish fog
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| Revolution is in the street
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| I can feel it in my blood
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| I can see Allende still crying out
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| But they nip him at the bud
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| Oh they’re talking in the alleys
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| of Old San Juan, Old San Juan
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| All the soldiers gonna walk the trail
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| Big sombreros see them everywhere
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| Zapata lands in jail
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| Ain’t gonna eat no rice and beans
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| Ain’t gonna suck on nobody’s chili dog
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| Way down in SpanishTown
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| In a Spanish fog
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| Way down in Spanish Town |