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