| Lyrics: | Mexican Hat Dance
Oh Americans dance on a dance floor.
And the Spaniards, they dance
on a table.
And the Russians, they dance on a saber.
But the Mexicans dance on their
hats.
Oh they dance on hot coals in Calcutta.
In Wisconsin they dance on fresh
butta,
Which they squeeze from one cow or anutta.
Yes, the Mexicans dance on their
hats.
(Ole!)
There are Mexicans dancing on derbies.
There are Mexicans
dancing on caps.
They just throw their fedoras
Wherever the floor is,
And start doing
horas and taps.
They won't quit! They go on!
It's a Mexicn custom,
To
take hats and bust 'em,
By doing a dance thereupon.
Oh the reason they shot
Pancho Villa
Was he danced on his mother's mantilla.
And the message did not reach
Garcia.
He was out somewhere dancing on hats.
(Ole!)
There's a fellow in
West Acapulco,
The most elegant man you could meet.
He does sambas on hombergs
To
tunes of Sig Romberg's,
And sometimes the Nutcracker Suite.
So take care! So
beware!
Or they'll put castanets on
And ruin your Stetson,
'Cause they all
think they're Fred Astaire!
If you're ever in Mexico proper,
And you're wearing a
straw hat or topper,
When the band starts to play, call a copper,
'Cause by now you should
know
That they'll grab your chapeau,
And they'll stomp till it's flat,
And that's
that!
That's what Mexicans do on your hat.
(Ole |
