Juanita came to me last night and she cried over and over
Oh daddy I love you, you know and I think it's the moonlight
She looked so fine, well she looked alright, and she moaned: Oh, daddy move over
Oh baby you know what I like and I think it's the moonlight.
Made in Mexico, schooled in France ooh la loving she needed no teaching
Oh man I can say international ways I believe in.
Mexican girl don't leave me alone
I got a heart as big as a stone
And I need you, believe me, to be here and love me tonight
Mexican girl I want you to stay
You know my heart is longing to say
that as long as I live I will always remember the one that I called,
my Mexican girl.
Her skin was soft as the velvet sky and her hair it shone in the moonlight
As the music did play when the night turned to day and I held her tight
Then she looked at me with her dark brown eyes and she whispered: hasta la vista
Well I don't know what it means, but it sounded so good, so I kissed her.