In the sleepy town of San Juanita There's a story that the padre tells Of a gay senor and senorita And the serenade of the bells
Seems they asked the padre for permission To be married early in the spring But their folks had just made one condition That the mission bells had to ring
Everyone knew that the bells were broken And hadn't sounded for a long long time Then one night the village was astounded For the bells began to chime
Still the bells are broken, goes the story But if in your heart a true love dwells They will chime for you in all it's glory That's the serenade of the bells