Lyrics:

When the sun cast no shadow You better not move The only fool on here was the drummer Who was looking for the group Don't worry bout tomorrow Drink as much as you can stand Cause there is rock'n roll rule number seven The producer wakes the band Nada, nada es mi huijo Como la vida En El Cortijo I have a suspicion That Anita will fatten us till we're round Cos I know they sell stuffed gringos On the market day downtown So we party with the devil And we sing with God And we trust in our company Cause they pay a lot