| Buenas tardes amigo |
| Hola, my good friend |
| Cinco de Mayo’s on Tuesday |
| And I hoped we’d see each other again |
| You killed my brother last winter |
| You shot him three times in the back |
| In the night I still hear mama weeping |
| Oh mama, still dresses in black |
| I looked at every fiesta |
| For you I wanted to greet |
| Maybe I’d sell you a chicken |
| With poison interlaced with the meat |
| You… you look like my brother |
| Mama loved him the best |
| He was head honcho with the ladies |
| Mama always said he was blessed |
| The village all gathered around him |
| They couldn’t believe what they saw |
| I said it was you that had killed him |
| And that I’d find you and upstand the law |
| The people of the village believed me Mama… she wanted revenge |
| I told her I’d see that she was honored |
| I’d find you and put you to death |
| So now… now that I’ve found you |
| On this such a joyous day |
| I tell you it was me who killed him |
| But the truth I’ll nevver have to say |
| Buenas tardes amigo |
| Hola, my good friend |
| Cinco de Mayo’s on Tuesday |
| And I hoped we’d see each other again |