| @KMIDI KARAOKE FILE@Lby Tom Lehrer@TIn Old Mexico 1959 Tom Lehrer@TDr. Pitt-Payne in London UK - 16 Nov 2002
When it's fiesta time in Guadalajara,
Then I long to be back once again
in old Mexico.
Where we lived for today,
never giving a thought to tomara
to the strumming of guitars
in a hundred grubby bars
I would whisper: "Te amo."
The mariachis would serenade
and they would not shut up
till they were paid.
We ate, we drank, and we were merry,
And we got typhoid and dysentery.
But best of all,
we went to the Plaza de Toros,
now whenever I start feeling morose,
I revive by recalling that scene.
And names like Belmonte,
Dominguín, and Manolete,
If I live to a hundred and eight-e,
I shall never forget what they mean.
[Spoken:] For there is surely nothing
more beautiful in this world
than the sight of a lone man facing
single-handedly a half a ton
of angry pot-roast!
Out came the matador
who must have been potted or
slightly insane, but who looked rather bored.
Then the picadors of course,
each one on his horse.
I shouted: "Olé..."
ev'ry time one was gored.
I cheered at the banderilleros' display,
as they stuck the bull
in their own clever way,
for I hadn't had so much fun since the day
my brother's dog Rover got run over.
[Spoken:] Rover was killed by a Pontiac.
And it was done with such grace and artistry
that the witnesses awarded the driver
both ears and the tail....
But I digress.
The moment had come, I swallowed my gum,
we knew there'd be blood
on the sand pretty soon.
The crowd held its breath, hoping that death
would brighten an otherwise dull afternoon.
At last, the matador did
what we wanted him to,
he raised his sword and his aim was true,
in that moment of truth I suddenly knew
that someone had stolen my wallet.
Now it's fiesta time in Akron, Ohio,
but it's back to old Guadalajara
I'm longing to go.
Far away from the strikes
of the A.F. of L. and C.I.O.
How I wish I could get back
to the land of the wet-back
and forget the Alamo in old Mexico.
[Spoken:] Olé!! |
