Paroles:
Tequila Banda

bevo lei mi detesta bevo ancora a breve mi pesta, se lei beve perde la testa Torno giu' in pista di nuovo in vita bum bum tequila fumo sativa se sei

While the band plays the old country waltz. Out the window the moon shines On the roofs of the cars While I knock down tequila and salt And the band

' there's a boy name Jose, makes the best guacamole And the hottest hot tamales in the land He knows how to grow Habeneros And he plays in the mariachi band

sheet In the corner of a musty garage? That's where I keep mine now, now I'm a family man Are your horses still running when the bookies shop close? Is the band

) Picture post cards 'n' hot tequila French perfume, man, from Venezuela When you're on a Tijuana Taxi ride! Give those bulls a great big hand, Love that mariachi band

me to bang cob weight Yo, who is that man? (He wanna spend a couple of hundred but he'll be right back) (Yeah) That's when I shoulda got the heater But I was too busy in the kitchen countin' money and takin' shots at Tequila

We've been through enough tequila To float us outta this place And through the smoke I can barely see ya But I've memorized your face We've danced almost

said it's eatin' purple people and it sure is fine But that's not the reason that I came to land I wanna get a job in a rock and roll band Well bless

picture clear as a bell You get the picture, just hang it on your bedroom wall You get the picture and put a frame around it Empty bottle of tequila