Lost In The Barrio I Walk Like An Injun

So Carlo Won't Suspect Something's Wrong Here

I Dance In Place

And Paint My Face

And Act Like I Belong Here

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Throw Back The Little Ones

And Pan-fry The Big Ones

Use Tact, Poise And Reason

And Gently Squeeze Them



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Don't Count Much For Nothing

Be Glad If You Can Use What You Borrow

So I Pawn My Crown

For A Ride Uptown

And Buy It Back Tomorrow



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Done Like A Matador I Pray For The Weekend

And Hope The Little Girls Still Throw Roses

Else I'll Change My Bait

And Move Upstate

Before The Season Closes



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