Tall and tender, like an Apollo
He goes walking by, and I have to follow him
The boy from Tacaramba La Tumba Del Fuego Santa Malica Zacatecos Lo On to Del Sol Y Cruz

When we meet, I feel I'm on fire
And I’m breathless every time I enquire
"How are things in Tacaramba La Tumba Del Fuego Santa Malica Zacatecos Lo On to Del Sol Y Cruz?"

Why is he acting so clannish?
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Why, when I speak, does he vanish?
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I wish I understood Spanish
When I tell him I think he's the end
He giggles a lot with his friend

Tall and slender, moves like a dancer
But I never seem to get any answer
From the boy from Tacaramba La Tumba Del Fuego Santa Malica Zacatecos Lo On to Del Sol Y Crooth
I got the blueth

Why are his trousers vermillion?
His trousers are vermillion
Why does he claim he's Castilian?
He thayth that he’th Cathtilian
Why do his friends call him Lillian?
And I hear at the end of the week
He's leaving to start a boutique
Though I smile, I'm only pretending
'Cause I know today's the last I'll be spending
With the boy from Tacaramba La Tumba Del Fuego Santa Malica Zacatecos Lo On to Del Sol Y Crooth

Tomorrow he sails
He's moving to Wales
To live with the Pedro Pipo Pablo Juanito Jorge Miguel Fernando Esteban Juan

Uhh!