It was a moonlit night in old Mexico I walked alone between some old adobe haciendas. Suddenly, I heard the plaintive cry of a young Mexican girl You better come home, Speedy Gonzales Away from tannery row Stop alla your a-drinkin' With that floozie named Flo Come on home to your adobe And slap some mud on the wall The roof is leakin' like a strainer There's loadsa roaches in the hall Speedy Gonzales Why don'tcha come home? Speedy Gonzales How come ya leave me all alone? Hey, Rosita-I hafta go shopping downtown for my mudder She needs some tortillas and chili peppers