Went with Consuela to Venezuela,
The party's always over much too soon,
Brought our maracas to hotel Caracas,
Signed the book & checked into the room,
She ate a mango, We danced the Tango,
Played a fandango under starry nights,
we sipped a latte on the corner in the cafe,
By Maracaibo's harbor lights,
Life is short, getting shorter, but
Days are long south of the border, where
Nights are warm, getting warmer in Maracay,
Fill my days with fajitas, and
cerveza, senoritas, and
Naranja margaritas in Maracay
Consuela told me before she rolled me,
all about her journey to the U.S. of A.
She was excited, she'd been ignited
Alvarado seems so far, far away,
She lives in Exile, She is an X file,
But now its left behind,
Its time to fold now,
Don't be so cold now,
She took my wallet but I didn't mind,
Life is short, getting shorter, but
Days are long south of the border, where
Nights are warm, getting warmer in Maracay,
Fill my days with fajitas, and
cerveza, senoritas, and
Naranja margaritas in Maracay
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