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:

La la la, la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la, la la la la
la la la la.

You [bad word] home Speedy Gonzales, away from tannery row.
Stop all of your drinking with that floosie named [bad word] on home to your adobe and slap some mud on the wall!
The roof is leaking like a strainer. There's loads of roaches in the
hall.
(La la la la)

Speedy Gonzales (Speedy Gonzales),
why don't [bad word] home?
Speedy Gonzales (Speedy Gonzales), [bad word] you leave me all alone?

'Hey, Rosita, I have to go shopping downtown for my mother,
she needs some Tortillas and Chili Pepper!'

La, la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la
la la.

Your doggie's gonna have a puppy, and [bad word] out of Coke.
No enchiladas in the icebox, and the television's broke.
I saw some lipstick on your sweatshirt, I smell some perfume in your ear.
Well, if you're gonna keep on messin', don't bring your business back a-here.
(La la la la)

Mmm, Speedy Gonzales (Speedy Gonzales),
why don't [bad word] home?
Speedy Gonzales (Speedy Gonzales), [bad word] you leave me all alone?

'Hey, [bad word] quick!
Down at the cantina, they're giving green stamps with Tequila!'

La, la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la
la la
La la la la, la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la, la la la
la la la la la.