Charge up your leather the lower the better
A metal flake blue ‘65
Check out your passion the latest in fashion
The neighbors got nothing to hide

Juevos rancheros or the bandeleros
We just can't make up our mind
If you lost what you found just put a little bit down
And now you can own it on time

All the juatos are forming a line
And the gringos are standing behind
The senioritas, mujeres bonitas
They drive me out of my mind

Chorus
Oh No, Now I  heard  it all
I heard the mariachi in a mall
and now you know I've seen it all
 I saw the mariachi in the mall
 

Oleg Casinni, He met Mousalinni
Said check out my latest design
Benito stood clear and said what we need here
Is to open a shop on the line

And Calvin is cool cause he can market a fool
and the mall is where they all go to play
The boy on the terrace is there to embarrass
You know that he can't get away

 In a Guitaron state of mind
Poor Miguel he has nowhere to hide
And all his amigos devour Tostidos
And laugh as they leave him behind

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