It was a moonlit night in old Mexico.
I walked alone between some old adobe haciendas.
Suddenly, I heard the plaintive cry of a young Mexican girl.

You better come home, Speedy Gonzales
Away from tannery row
Stop all a your a-drinkin'
With that floozy named Flo
Come on home to your adobe
And slap some mud on the wall
The roof is leakin' like a strainer
There's loads a roaches in the hall

Speedy Gonzales, why don't cha come home?
Speedy Gonzales, how come ya leave me all alone?

"Hey, Rosita - I hafta go shopping downtown for my mother
She needs some tortillas and chili peppers."

Your doggy's gonna have a puppy
And we're runnin' outta Coke
No enchiladas in the icebox
And the television's broke
I saw some lipstick on your sweatshirt
I smelled some perfume in your ear
Well if you're gonna keep on messin'
Don't bring your business back a-here

Mmm, Speedy Gonzales, why don't cha come home?
Speedy Gonzales, how come ya leave me all alone?

"Hey, Rosita - come quick
Down at the cantina they giving green stamps with tequila!!"

Writer : HESS, DAVID / KAYE, BUDDY / LEE, ETHEL
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.