SPOKEN: 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�