Testi Soundtracks :: B

Chorus:



If you're romantic, chum,

Pack up your duds and come

To Acapulco.

You put your cares in hock

And throw away your clock

In Acapulco.

Where you can be as lazy as a daisy drifting in a blue lagoon,

You're wide awake at night, because you do your dreaming in the afternoon.

You'll get a Latin glow

Way down in Mehico,

Below the border.

And in a spot like this,

If you refuse a kiss

You're out of order.

And when the moon is new,

It's like a honeydew,

Come on and get yourself a slice;

And if you can't say Acapulco,

Then you can call it Paradise.



Patter:



When you meet someone you like,

You like to have a conversation,

When you do not understand,

It's such a touchy situation,

But you mustn't let it bother you,

You only have to know:

Chica linda, pretty baby,

Yo te quiero, I adore you,

Yo te quiero, chica linda, Muchi-si-si-si-simo.

As you're sittin' in the sun,

You sip a pitcher of papaya,

While you listen to a parrot

That they call a papagaya,

And you learn a lot of phrases that are very apropos.

Chica linda, pretty baby,

Dame_un beso, won't you kiss me,

Yo te quiero, chica linda, dame_un beso, dame lo

(Dame_un beso, dame lo)



Half-chorus:



You'll need some new huaraches,

When the mariachis

Start to play there.

And after you depart

I know your crazy heart

Is gonna stay there.

And if I haven't sold you

With the things I've told you,

Then I must repeat it twice,

That if you can't say Acapulco,

Then you can call it Paradise.