Tall and slender, like an Apollo
He goes walking by, and I have to follow him
The boy from Tacarembo La Tumbe Del Fuego Santa Malipas Zatatecas La Junta 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 Tacarembo La Tumbe Del Fuego Santa Malipas Zatatecas La Junta Del Sol Y Cruz?"

Why, when I speak, does he vanish?
Why is he acting so clannish?
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 Tacarembo La Tumbe Del Fuego Santa Malipas Zatatecas La Junta Del Sol Y Cruz
I get the blues

Why are his trousers vermillion?
(His trousers are vermillion)
Why does he claim he's Castilian?
(He says he's 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 Tacarembo La Tumbe Del Fuego Santa Malipas Zatatecas La Junta Del Sol Y Cruz
Tomorrow he sails
He's moving to Wales
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