| Lost, real lost!
|
| I was having the time of my life, I hadn’t a cat or a wife,
|
| There wasn’t a single little thing to ever stop me then from getting to swing,
|
| I was happy as a pup just chewing on a bone,
|
| And making music on my own,
|
| Yes, I was bold and boppin' as a boy could be,
|
| My melodies I’d chop ‘em all around the man, and see,
|
| I was home and I was roamin', living
|
| Just to get my kicks on 66 and it was right for me.
|
| And then without noticing I dropped my map
|
| In of itself a crazy mishap,
|
| I took a dusty road down to Mexico way,
|
| I got lost, now what more can I say?
|
| I think I hear you, my friend,
|
| I have had a very remarkable excursion myself,
|
| And I’m not speaking in hyperbole,
|
| I stopped by a shady spot to have a drink,
|
| South of the border, what you’ll order can be more than you think.
|
| Remember at all times to be aware of indiscretion,
|
| The world can turn into the heart of a soul,
|
| Or down the rabbit hole!
|
| And may I emphasize that no two people are quite alike,
|
| But when you drink that deadly spike, PRAY for tomorrow to come!
|
| I’m not someone who gives their secrets all away,
|
| That said, bar none,
|
| There will never be any stories quite like this one.
|
| Love finds you and your old life will be over in a moment,
|
| And you’ll never be, ever be, you will never be the same!
|
| Yes I took the craziest trip, and flipped for a Freudian slip,
|
| Now I am forever, ever, ever, ever LOST.
|
| Perdido, I looked for my heart, it’s perdido,
|
| I lost it way down in Torito
|
| The day the fiesta started.
|
| Bolero,
|
| I swear that they play the Bolero
|
| She kissed me the listing sombrero
|
| And that`s when my heart departed.
|
| High was the sun when I held her close,
|
| Low was the moon when she said, «Adios!»
|
| Perdido, my heart ever since is perdido,
|
| I know I must go to Torito
|
| To find what I lost—perdido.
|
| 2nd chorus:
|
| Went down to reach her, and I held her close,
|
| Come to the preacher, then said, «Adios.»
|
| Now, perdido,
|
| A condo in fair Escondido,
|
| Where we can be found incognito, enjoying a rare siesta.
|
| In summer we tried to explore Sausalito,
|
| But diapers and babies can veto
|
| A dance of a chance fiesta.
|
| Yes I took the craziest trip, and flipped for a Freudian slip,
|
| Now I am forever, ever, ever, ever LOST. |