| I once met a señorita |
| A Mexican moon above |
| A kiss from a little sweeta |
| And I had to fall in love |
| And I met her mamacita |
| She warned me to, «Go home, Joe» |
| Her daughter belong to another |
| The meanest hombre she’d know |
| He thrills her |
| He chills her |
| He kills her |
| If she ever cheats on him (The killer) |
| But I knew she didn’t love him |
| I asked her to be my wife |
| And then come the Latin Lover |
| And in his hand is a knife |
| Look out, Joe, here come the killer, now |
| Look out, Joe, here come the killer, now |
| Look out, Joe, here come the killer, now |
| Look out, Joe (Look out!) |
| He thrills her |
| He chills her |
| He kills her |
| If she ever cheats on him (The killer) |
| The noise began to slow down |
| A silence filled the place |
| This had to be a showdown |
| We stood there face to face |
| He moved, and I felt the flesh, now |
| I saw the blood on my shirt |
| I felt my life 'bout to crash, now |
| The last words I ever heard |
| He thrills her |
| He chills her |
| He killed her |
| Look out, Joe, here come the killer, now |
| Look out, Joe, here come the killer, now |
| Look out, Joe, here come the killer, now (Look out!) |
| (The killer) |