| Lyrics: | Oh, oh, Carmelina,
The daughter of the wealthy banker.
Since she came to town all my friends are gone,
And I'm stuck out here with melody.
[Chorus]
Saddle up the palomino;
The sun is going down.
The way I feel, this must be real.
Ooh.
If you can't cut it,
Don't pick up the knife.
There's no reward in your conscience stored
When you're sleepin' with another man's wife.
[Repeat]
I wanna lick the platter;
The gravy doesn't matter.
It's a cold bowl of chilli when love lets you down,
But it's the neighbor's wife I'm after.
[Repeat] |
