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Washington Dead Cats, The - Mexican Wrestler

Where men drinks tequilla and carry guns in guitar cases
Where women got flames in their eyes & jealousy in their blood When the shadow falls over the desert he wears his gold & blue costume

He?s a mexican wrestler, a hustler hunter
From Acapulco bay
A mexican wrestler, the lady saver

He?s a blue demon always on the loose respected by the gringos feared by the hobbos
He?s ready for kicks, knows all the tricks and always get all the chicks
Look at that girl, she?s so chic she?s so hip, she must be french

Drives like thunder a V8 car on the rocky roads to Hell
He hits the vilains in the heat of the deep mexican nights
Even the girl from Ipanema fell under his Casanova charm

He?s a mexican wrestler, a hustler hunter
From Acapulco bay
A mexican wrestler, the lady saver

In the City Gets all the chicks
In the City Gives all the kicks
In the City never get rid of him
In the City Yeah he is gonna make it

Mexico is my town

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