Paroles: Soundtrack Artists. In Acapulco.

Chorus:

If you're romantic, chum,
Pack up your duds and come
To Acapulco.
You put your cares in hock
And throw away your clock
In Acapulco.
Where you can be as lazy as a daisy drifting in a blue lagoon,
You're wide awake at night, because you do your dreaming in the afternoon.
You'll get a Latin glow
Way down in Mehico,
Below the border.
And in a spot like this,
If you refuse a kiss
You're out of order.
And when the moon is new,
It's like a honeydew,
Come on and get yourself a slice;
And if you can't say Acapulco,
Then you can call it Paradise.

Patter:

When you meet someone you like,
You like to have a conversation,
When you do not understand,
It's such a touchy situation,
But you mustn't let it bother you,
You only have to know:

Chica linda, pretty baby,
Yo te quiero, I adore you,
Yo te quiero, chica linda, Muchi-si-si-si-simo.
As you're sittin' in the sun,
You sip a pitcher of papaya,
While you listen to a parrot
That they call a papagaya,
And you learn a lot of phrases that are very apropos.
Chica linda, pretty baby,
Dame_un beso, won't you kiss me,
Yo te quiero, chica linda, dame_un beso, dame lo
(Dame_un beso, dame lo)

Half-chorus:

You'll need some new huaraches,
When the mariachis
Start to play there.
And after you depart
I know your crazy heart
Is gonna stay there.
And if I haven't sold you
With the things I've told you,
Then I must repeat it twice,
That if you can't say Acapulco,
Then you can call it Paradise.