Martin, we didn’t mean to make you cry
Martin, we didn’t mean to make you cry
Thank you for the bottle, we tried to drink it dry
Martin, we didn’t mean to make you cry
Took us out to Puebla that day
Took us out to Puebla that day
Ate Chile nogada and mole poblana
Took us out to Puebla that day
Roberto did you have to ask me to dance
Roberto did you have to ask me to dance
Stole you from your fifty peso whore, dragged me around the dance floor
Roberto did you have to ask me to dance
Stepped out of a taxi cab in central Mexico
Shook our heads from side to side, we had no place to go
Martin and Gustavo sent us a paper napkin note
Come outside and share with us some smokes and Indio
Martin teaches English but he failed his tofel test
Gustavo is a lawyer on permanent recess
These two crazy Pueblanos they took us as their guests
Strip clubs and table dancers were their last request
Martin, I think it’s time to go
Martin, I think it’s time to go
Took us home in your compact car, sorry you didn’t get too far
Martin, I think it’s time to go