Across the border from Laredo,
...in a small cantina,
Works a girl, I know her well,
...my ebon haired Edwina.
A smile she has like grand piano,
...her teeth gleem black and white,
Long braided hair grows on her back,
...is quite a hairy sight.
She sings just as the meadowlark,
...globetrotter, not the bird,
Talks only in the Spanish tongue,
...in English, not a word.
It matters not, for we both speak,
...in language of true love,
Si, Si, Edwina, gracias,
...my Spanish turtle-dove.
We dance the night, the cha-cha-cha,
...as we drink tequila,
When bottle's dry, we eat the worm,
...and does Edwina squeala.
Oh how I long, to once again,
...return to small cantina,
And spend the night with my true love,
...my Spanish fly, Edwina.
Okay... so I had a bad day... give me a break.