| Gretta’s flunky, some two fisted monkey, some wild-eyed Romeo
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| Winds up the mountain with Rio down below
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| Drives too slowly past a burning impromptu altar
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| Attended by no one of visible means
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| Could be a warning just shining us on, but we’re far too gone
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| On our way to see some Johnny
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| Representing the mambo
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| Representing the mambo… mambo… mambo oooh. |
| mambo
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| Rounding the corner we come to a halt
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| Doors fly open as we prepare for assault
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| Out from the shadows step the dangerous boys
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| Hands holding weapons, they treat them like toys
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| A debutante Gretta, the taxidermist’s daughter
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| She knows what to say
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| She knows how to mingle, she knows the lingo
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| Muchachos we’re here to see Johnny
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| Representing the mambo
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| Representing the mambo… mambo… mambo oooh. |
| mambo
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| Gretta leads us through the stone carved archway
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| Into the school of samba, the place of sacred rites
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| We push through a gauntlet of limpwristed handshakes
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| An empty cotillion air kisses
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| Gretta smiles as we make our way to the bar
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| The new crowd says I remind them of Frank
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| Who died of excessive nymphets
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| In Barcelona… in Barcelona
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| Who’s that with Gretta? |
| Yeah You know how she is…
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| Never the same one twice
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| I say old chap, would you care for a piece of cake
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| No thanks, Paul, my ears are too sweet now
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| A strange choice of work, but forensically it’s true
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| Sudden thunder clap drum roll
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| Gretta’s on the stage… she’s a honey of a hun
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| A blue-eyed angel girl
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| Announces proudly to everyone in the room
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| Senhores y senores here’s Johnny
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| Representing the mambo
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| Representing the mambo… mambo… mambo oooh. |
| mambo
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| Gretta Gretta I’ve got to slip away
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| It just won’t work between us
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| Your daddy runs the house of pain
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| You are the taxidermist’s daughter, yeah |