| No savvy Chicano, no savvy espanole
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| I’m learning as fast as I can
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| 'Cause I love frijoles, tortillas and tacos
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| And listening to old Mexican bands
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| No savvy the lingo 'cause I’m just a gringo
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| And I too like to work with my hands
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| And early manana, I smoke want I wanna
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| And listen to old Mexican bands
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| And I love the wave of the trumpets
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| And the smell of a Mexican rose
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| Can almost see her sombreros
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| The glitter and cut of her clothes
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| And I love old Mexican music
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| Agave, it makes me dance on my hands
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| No savvy amigo but I love the fandango
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| And listening to old Mexican bands
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| And I love the wave of the trumpets
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| And the smell of a Mexican rose
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| Can almost see her sombrero
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| The glitter and cut of her clothes
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| And I love old Mexican music
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| Agave, it makes me dance on my hands
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| No savvy amigo, I love the fandango
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| And listening to old Mexican bands |