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Hubo un tiempo en que los hombres
Why sus tribus son iguales
Vino el hambre, la guerra why, a continuación,
Darles de comer como animales

No hubo un momento en el que los hombres
En la Tierra vive en paz
Dado que todo es siempre un motivo

I keep hearin' your concern about my happiness
All that thought you've given me is conscience I guess
If I were walkin' in your shoes, I wouldn't worry none
While you and your friends are worryin' 'bout me
I'm havin' lots of fun

Countin' flowers on the wall, that don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire 'till dawn with a deck of fifty one

There was a little Spanish flea
A record star he thought he'd be
He heard of singers like Beatles
And The Chipmunks he'd seen on TV
Why not a little Spanish flea?

And so he hid
Inside a doggie from Madrid

Down in old Tijuana town
There's this happy honkin' sound,
Something you just can't put down
It's the world renown Tijuana Taxi cab.
So, you're not impressed you say
With a beatup Chevrolet
But that driver man Jose
Knows his way around Tijuana town.

Listen to the wailing of the willows,
Listen to me crying on my pillow
Crying cause I know my love is gone from me

Living in a world of different places,
Looking at a million different faces
Yet I see a face in every face I see
Love must lack a sense of humor,