La Cucaracha

When a fellow loves a maiden

And that maiden doesn't love him,

It's the same as when a bald man

Finds a comb upon the highway.



The cucaracha, the cucaracha,

Doesn't want to travel on

Because she hasn't,

Oh no, she hasn't

Marihuana for to smoke.



All the maidens are of pure gold;

All the married girls are silver;

All the widows are of copper,

And old women merely tin.



My neighbor across the highway

Used to be called Doa Clara,

And if she has not expired

Likely that's her name tomorrow.



All the girls up at Las Vegas

Are most awful tall and skinny,

But they're worse for plaintive pleading

Than the souls in Purgatory.



All the girls here in the city

Don't know how to give you kisses,

While the ones from Albuquerque

Stretch their necks to avoid misses.



All the girls from Mexico

Are as pretty as a flower

And they talk so very sweetly,

Fill your heart quite up with love.



One thing makes me laugh most hearty

Pancho Villa with no shirt on

Now the Carranzistas beat it

Because Villa's men are coming.



Fellow needs an automobile

If he undertakes the journey

To the place to which Zapata

Ordered the famous convention.