"No habla Espanol" was all I knew of the local lingo
And that pocket guide to Mexico
Wasn't much help to this out of place gringo
When I checked into my hotel room
I was helped by a brown-eyed senorita
She said "Bien, buenidos, Senor, blah, blah, blah, blah
Como estas buenos dias".
Chorus:
I don't know what she said
But I sure like the way that she said it
A little voice in my head said "Boy, you won't ever forget it"
They say that Spanish is the language of love
I loved the way that it rolled off her tongue
I don't know what she said
But I sure like the way that she said it.
As I followed her down the hallway
I was trying my best not to stare
The angel before me was a rare beauty indeed
No, J Lo had nothing on her
She winked and smiled and at me sweetly
Said "Senor, aqui es su llave
Muy guapo" and something about ohoe's
And I thought, oh baby, whatever you say.
Repeat chorus.
Later that evening in a local cantina
With a Mariachi band was playing
She held me close so her body would know
That my body knew what she was saying.
Repeat chorus