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Little money,
Goin down to mexico.
Take up with some crazy spanish lady.
Listen to the old wind blow.
She got earrings,
And she dances.
Im an old rusty razor blade
Ill take my chances.
I just aint near as sharp,
As the day I was made.
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I said look out.
There goes another.
Well, theyre gypsies.
I drink to ? ? ?
Just one more, man,
Then Im goin home.
No, pal,
Were just as crazy as the others.
One more well ? ?
Gypsy who lives alone.
Chorus twice