| When Mexican Joe met Jole Blon
|
| Si, Si, Si, oui, oui, how they carried on
|
| He held her tight and danced all night
|
| And crossed the border at daylight
|
| When Mexican Joe met Jole Blon
|
| Mexican Joe was wild and reckless
|
| He walked into a honky-tonk in Texas
|
| Looking for some real romance and pettin'
|
| On a barroom stool alone this doll was settin'
|
| He walked up to the bar and said, «I think I’ll have a drink
|
| Three fingers of tequilla; |
| will clear my head, I think.»
|
| Well, she looked around and caught his eye
|
| And Joe said, «I … yi, yi, yi, yi.»
|
| When Mexican Joe met Jole Blon
|
| Joe said, «Lovely senorita
|
| Let’s go out and paint the town.»
|
| So he danced her and romanced her
|
| And he showed that gal around
|
| Jole Blon said, «I'm so hungry.»
|
| And she breathed a little sigh
|
| So he fed her filet gumbo, enchiladas, on the side
|
| Then he held her close and whispered
|
| «Will you be mine for life?
|
| She said, «Oui, monsieur, but tell me
|
| What’ll we do about your wife?»
|
| But he shouted, «Ah, Caramba
|
| I think I’d better go.»
|
| So he swam he swam across the river
|
| And went back to Mexico |