| They call us the gonzos, the gonzo compadres
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| Los cinco caballeros, mirado las estrellas
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| And they call us the gonzos, the gonzo compadres
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| Los gatos con queso, and we love our mommies
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| We live by the mountains, we live by the sea
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| We live by our wits, we live to be free
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| We never take prisoners, we take no requests
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| What we do mostly is what we do best
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| We laugh and we cry and we sing and we dance
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| We fly through the air by the seat of our pants
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| With Captain Pendejo, tequila in hand
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| We fall to our knees and kiss the ground when we land
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| We’re brave companeros, we ride beyond fences
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| We take to the road, taking leave of our senses
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| Adios amigos, so long senoritas
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| Your salty tears flavor our margaritas |