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As entertainment presento un Quixotic song
Por favor join in the chorus, bailan both loud and strong
If we shout the lyrics as compadres should do
Feel joy of borracho long after singing is through

CHORUS:
Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé!
Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé!

Story of Gringo y señorita this is what we do sing
In una mosca speckled dive their love started to spring
El destinos smiled kindly on the unhappy pair
Came together y ahora their lives they now share

Up rode un hombre machismo- mas o menos
Caballo no hay burner, the man rode a chrome horse
He dismounted cycle dressed in black leather chaps
Can’t tell you intentions of dressing sin underpants

Walked into cantina, his spurs they made sparks
El hombre was gigante (but he wasn’t real sharp)
“Por favor gimme el pint-oh de cerveza; won’t you?
Been perched on Trigger all day and I’m parched head to shoe.”

Bartender smiled at gringo and took down a glass
Squinted through dusty streaked vaso then shrugged: Inspection passed
Gigante gringo despachio wet lips with his tongue
Let out a huge sigh, said, “Bottoms up,” y primero cerveza was done


Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé!
Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé!

Instantly hoisted his mug to request another
Tambien poured esto down his throat: A true beer lover!
“Give me a bottle of José Cuervo por favor
“I’m planning to drink till I’m laid out on the floor.”

Barman he shrugged and reached for tequila bottle:
“Just don’t puke or piss on my floor; control your throttle.”
In walked señorita looking triste y wearing azul
Gantor saw her in the mirror straightened on his bar-stool

She was lovely, quite fetching, and at him she did stare
She was perplexed by el gringo as his ass it was bare
He watched her bonita refection for just a short while
Turning from the bar beckoned her over with un lobo smile


Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé!
Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé!

“My nameo is Jim, please pronounce the “J” kind of hard.
Not a J like José, nor girl’s name Jaqueline
Speaking of José, I’ve got a full bottle right here;
Por favor join me and tell me all about you, my dear.”

“Me llamo Puraficación, but if that is too long,
Won’t you please call me Pura, and it is I who’s been wronged.
En Estado de Quetzalcoatl life is quite hard.
Was deported in grande ICE raid, despite my Green Card.”

“You’ve got troubles? Well, so do I. Wife left me high and dry.
Took everything when she walked out, all I own is my sweet ride
That’s why I sit here today with fine ass cheeks hanging out
May be true in love and war all is fair, still man what a rout!”


Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé!
Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé!

“Que horrible,” Pura purred softly in ear of big Jim
She said, “That is a shame,” then roared, “No! That is a sin!”
They were a pair of tipplers, there is no doubting that
Soon Pura was purring, sitting on Jim’s cozy lap

José Tequila drunk quickly loosened both of their tongues
Pair feeling frisky, tonsillectomy kissing begun
Coming up for air Pura asked, “Why don’t we ride far away?
If we flee Quetzalcoatl together, together forever we’ll play.”

Moment of hesitation from Jim there was none seen
Out into Mexican sunshine pair stumbled feeling serene
Pura and Jim roared away on sleek chrome motorbike
Path to happiness is quixolé, quixolé, quixolé all day and all night!


Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé!
Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé! Quixolé, quixolé!

 

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