Was down in Mexico where I had roamed
Not too much Spanish by then had I known
I found myself in a terrible mess
There were ten bad banditos, one gringo to rich
I was surrounded, nowhere could I run
They had los pistols and I had no gun
I searched my memory for something to say
I had to think quick, this could be my last day
Una mas cerveza, una mas cerveza
Una mas cerveza was all I could say
Una mas cerveza, una mas cerveza
Una mas cerveza, just let me go my way
I saw a cantina, so I went inside
I found a dark corner, a good place to hide
I was no safer when I looked around
Not una mas gringo was there to be found
A small crowd had gathered around to my chair
Los Puercos Prohbidos they pointed and stared
They gave me a guitar but what could I say
Oh yes, I remember one Mexican phrase