歌词
Lost in the barrio I walk like an injun
So carlo wont suspect somethings
wrong here
I dance in place
And paint my face
And act like I belong here
Throw back the little ones
And pan-fry the big ones
Use tact, poise and reason
And gently squeeze them
Hot licks and rhetoric
Dont count much for nothing
Be glad if you can use what you borrow
So I pawn my crown
For a ride uptown
And buy it back tomorrow
Throw back the little ones
And pan-fry the big ones
Use tact, poise and reason
And gently squeeze them
Done like a matador I pray for the
weekend
And hope the little girls still throw
roses
Else Ill change my bait
And move upstate
Before the season closes
Throw back the little ones
And pan-fry the big ones
Use tact, poise and reason
And gently squeeze them
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