Bob Wire: Listen!

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It was down in old Mexico where I had roamed
Not too much Spanish by then I had known
I found myself in a terrible pinch
It was ten bad bandidos, one gringo to lynch
I was surrounded, nowhere could I run
They had los pistols and I had no gun
I searched my memory for something to say
I had to think quick, this could be my last day

Chorus
Una mas cerveza, una mas cerveza
Una mas cerveza, was all I could say
Una mas cerveza, una mas cerveza
Una mas cerveza, please let me go my way

I found a cantina so I went inside
I found a dark corner, a good place to hide
I was no safer when I looked around
Not uno mas gringo was there to be found
A small crowd had gathered around to my chair
‘Los puercos forbidos!’ They pointed and stared
They handed me a guitar, but what could I say
Oh yes, I remembered the Mexican phrase

Chorus
Una mas cerveza, una mas cerveza
Una mas cerveza, was all I could hear
Una mas cerveza, una mas cerveza
Una mas cerveza, go get me a beer!

Solo

Chorus
Una mas cerveza, una mas cerveaz
Una mas cerveza, was all I could hear
Una mas cerveza, una mas cerveza
Una mas cerveza, go get me a beer!