Almohadilla - Club Camarillo

كمت بالكلشي ماكو اعثر بحيث بمحبس اتوزر النمله تشيلني وتفتر بخيط العنكبوت انجر لو طكني الهوى اتفطر الماي ايكضني واطشر ورده وكاظني ابن البر چني الحلف بلعباس والعباس بي شور سنين اطيح من افتر اجر النفس واتهطر عليه الابره تتكدر النار تجيسني وتحتر الجامع شافني وكبر الكطن لو جاسني اتعور اكض السبحه واني افتر عليل وحالتي تقهر چني الحلف بلعباس والعباس بي شور تراب من الجفن كبر وجهي نكلب لونه اصفر بياض العين صار احمر كبر جرحي وبديت اصغر اصغر لحد ما يكبر جامه مجاوره المرمر شيخ وببنه يتعير چني الحلف بلعباس والعباس بي شور

She had that Camarillo brillo Flamin' out along her head I mean her Mendocino bean-o By where some bugs had made it red She ruled the Toads of the Short Forest And every newt in Idaho And every cricket who had chorused By the bush in Buffalo She said she was a Magic Mama And she could throw a mean Tarot And carried on without a comma That she was someone I should know She had a snake for a pet And an amulet And she was breeding a dwarf But she wasn't done yet She had gray-green skin A doll with a pin I told her she was alright But I couldn't come in (I couldn't come in right then) And so she wandered through the doorway Just like a shadow from the tomb She said her stereo was four-way And I'd just love it in her room Well, I was born to have adventure So I just followed up the steps Right past her fuming incense stencher To where she hung her castanets She stripped away her rancid poncho And laid out naked by the door We did it 'til we were un-concho And it was useless any more She had a snake for a pet And an amulet And she was breeding a dwarf But she wasn't done yet She had gray-green skin A doll with a pin I told her she was alright But I couldn't come in (Actually, I was very busy then) And so she wandered through the doorway Just like a shadow from the tomb She said her stereo was four-way And I'd just love it in her room Well, I was born to have adventure So I just followed up the steps Right past her fuming incense stencher To where she hung her castanets She said she was a Magic Mama And she could throw a mean Tarot And carried on without a comma That she was someone I should know (Is that a real poncho, I mean) (Is that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho?) (Hmmm, no fooling)