Was down in Mexico where I had roamed
Not too much Spanish by then had I known
I found myself in a terrible mess
There were ten bad banditos, one gringo to rich
I was surrounded no where 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
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Una mas cerveza Una mas cerveza
Una mas cerveza Was all I could say
Una mas cerveza Una mas cerveza
Una mas cerveza Just let me go my way
I saw 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 una mas gringo was there to be found
A small crowd had gathered around to my chair
"Los Puercos Prohbidos" they pointed and stared
They gave me a guitar but what could I say
Oh yes I remember one Mexican phrase
Una mas cerveza Una mas cerveza
Una mas cerveza Was all I could say
Una mas cerveza Una mas cerveza
Una mas cerveza Just let me go my way