It was a moonlit night in old Mexico. I walked alone between some old adobe haciendas. Suddenly, I heard the plaintive cry of a young Mexican girl. You better come home, Speedy Gonzales Away from tannery row Stop all a your a-drinkin' With that floozy named Flo Come on home to your adobe And slap some mud on the wall The roof is leakin' like a strainer There's loads a roaches in the hall Speedy Gonzales, why don't cha come home? Speedy Gonzales, how come ya leave me all alone? "Hey, Rosita - I hafta go shopping downtown for my mother She needs some tortillas and chili peppers." Your doggy's gonna have a puppy And we're runnin' outta Coke No enchiladas in the icebox And the television's broke I saw some lipstick on your sweatshirt I smelled some perfume in your ear Well if you're gonna keep on messin' Don't bring your business back a-here Mmm, Speedy Gonzales, why don't cha come home? Speedy Gonzales, how come ya leave me all alone? "Hey, Rosita - come quick Down at the cantina they giving green stamps with tequila!!"
Written by: DAVID HILL, BUDDY KAYE, ETHEL LEE
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