No hablo espanol
Was all I knew of the local lingo
That old pocket guide to Mexico
Wasn't much help to this out of place Gringo
When I checked into my motel room
Was helped by a brown eyed senorita
She said, Buen venidos, Senor
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Como estas, Buenos dias
I don't know what she said
But I sure liked 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
Well, I love the way that it rolled off her tongue
I don't know what she said
But I sure liked 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
Jay Lo had nothing on her
She winked and she smiled at me sweetly
Said, Senor, aqui esta su mas vez
Muy guapo, and something bout ho ho's
And I thought, oh, baby, whatever you say
I don't know what she said
But I sure liked 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
Well, I love the way that it rolled off her tongue
I don't know what she said
But I sure liked the way that she said it
Later that evening in a local cantina
A Mariachi band was playing
She held me close so her body would know
That my body knew what she was saying
I don't know what she said
But I sure liked 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
Well, I love the way that it rolled off her tongue
I don't know what she said
But I sure liked the way that she said it
No, I don't know what she said
But I sure liked the way that she said it