Gretta's flunky, some boot-licking lackey, some wild-eyed Romeo
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Winds op the mountain with Rio down below
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Drives too slowly past a burning impromptu altar
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Attended by no one of visible means
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Could be a warning shining us on, but we're far too gone
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We're on our way to see some Johnny
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Representing the mambo
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Representing the mambo... mambo... mambo oooh.. mambo
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Rounding the corner we come to a halt
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Doors fly open as we prepare for assault
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Out from the shadows step the dangerous boys
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Hands hiding weapons, they treat them like toys
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Debutante Gretta, the taxidermist's daughter
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She knows what to say
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She knows how to mingle, she knows the lingo
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Muchachos wh're here to see Johnny
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Representing the mambo
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Representing the mambo... mambo... mambo oooh.. mambo
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Gretta leads us through the stone carved archway
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Into the school of samba, the place of sacred rites
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We push through a gauntlet of limpwristed handshakes
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And empty cotillion air kisses
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Gretta smiles as we make our way to the bar
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The new crowd says I remind them of Frank
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Who died of excessive nymphets
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In Barcelona... in Barcelona
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Who's that with Gretta? You know how she is...
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Yeah, never the same one twice
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I wonder if by any chance you would like a piece of cake
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No thank you, my ears are too sweet now
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A strange choice of work, but forensically it's true
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Sudden thunder clap drum roll
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Gretta's on the stage... she's a honey of a hun
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This blue-eyed angel girl
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Announces proudly to everyone in the room
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Senores y senores here's Johnny
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Representing the mambo
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Representing the mambo... mambo... mambo oooh.. mambo
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Gretta Gretta I've got to slip away
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It just won't work between us
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Your daddy runs the house of pain
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You are the taxidermist's daughter
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Representing The Mambo
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| Little Feat |
