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The Gay Caballero Oh I am a gay caballeroComing from Rio JaneiroWith nice oily hair,And full of hot air,I'm an expert at shooting the bull-o I'm seeking a fair senoritaNot thin and yet not too much meat-a.I'll woo her a whileIn my Argentine styleI'll carry her off of her feet-a I'll tell her I'm of the nobilioAnd live in a great big castillio.I must have a missWho will long for a kissAnd not say "Oh don't be so silly-o. It was at a swell cabarettaWhile wining and dining I met her.We had one or twoAs other folks do.The night was wet but she got wetter. She told me her name was Estrella.She said, "stick around me, young fellaFor mosquitoes they biteAnd they're awful tonightAnd you smell just like citronella." She was a dancer and sing-aAt me she kept pointing her fingerAnd saying to me"Si, Senor, Si Si"But I couldn't see a durn thing-a She told me that she was so lonelySo I climbed upon her balcony.While under her spellI heard someone yell"Get away from here you big baloney." I swore I'd win this senoritaI woo'ed her on the sofitaThen her husband walked inWhat he did was a sin.I can still hear the birds sing "Tweet tweet-a" Now I am a sad caballeroReturning to Rio JaneiroMinus my hair,A bruise here and there,For her husband he chewed off my ear-o.
Oh I am a gay caballeroComing from Rio JaneiroWith nice oily hair,And full of hot air,I'm an expert at shooting the bull-o I'm seeking a fair senoritaNot thin and yet not too much meat-a.I'll woo her a whileIn my Argentine styleI'll carry her off of her feet-a I'll tell her I'm of the nobilioAnd live in a great big castillio.I must have a missWho will long for a kissAnd not say "Oh don't be so silly-o. It was at a swell cabarettaWhile wining and dining I met her.We had one or twoAs other folks do.The night was wet but she got wetter. She told me her name was Estrella.She said, "stick around me, young fellaFor mosquitoes they biteAnd they're awful tonightAnd you smell just like citronella." She was a dancer and sing-aAt me she kept pointing her fingerAnd saying to me"Si, Senor, Si Si"But I couldn't see a durn thing-a She told me that she was so lonelySo I climbed upon her balcony.While under her spellI heard someone yell"Get away from here you big baloney." I swore I'd win this senoritaI woo'ed her on the sofitaThen her husband walked inWhat he did was a sin.I can still hear the birds sing "Tweet tweet-a" Now I am a sad caballeroReturning to Rio JaneiroMinus my hair,A bruise here and there,For her husband he chewed off my ear-o.
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