Текст: Georgie Fame. Seventh Sun. Vino, Tequila, Ron.

Vino, Tequila, Ron, Madero Cinco Equis, Senoritas!
Here I sit, drinking, thinking of girls...
Where will I find one that loves me?
One woman only who's lonely like me,
And wondering why...
How will I show her I know her if she
Comes wandering by?

Vino, Tequila, Ron, Madero Cinco Equis, Pajariotos!
Little birds sing and bring themselves love!
Why can't I fly to my lady?
Someone is missing my kissing, and oh,
I'm sure she is near!
But will she see me and free me or go...
Not knowing I'm here?

If I had money, like bees to the honey
The women would gather around!
If I were pretty, like boys from the city
They'd tumble like leaves to the ground!

Vino, Tequila, Ron, Madero Cinco Equis y Solitos

Is that her coming, running to me?
Her with her voice full of laughter!
Her with the flarin' red hair in her eyes,
Her skin smooth as cream!
But when I touch her it's such a surprise,
She's only a dream!

If I had money, like bees to the honey
The women would gather around!
If I were pretty, like boys from the city
They'd tumble like leaves to the ground!

Vino, Tequila, Ron, Madero Cinco Equis, Senoritas!
Here I sit drinking thinking of girls!
Here I sit drinking thinking of love!
...of love, of girls, of love...!
Here I sit drinking thinking of girls!
...of girls, of love, of girls...!
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