Buenas Tardes Amigo Hola, my good friend Cinco de Mayo's on Tuesday And I hoped we'd see each other again You killed my brother last winter You shot him three times in the back In the night I still hear mama weeping Oh mama, still dresses in black I looked at every fiesta For you I wanted to greet Maybe I'd sell you a chicken With poison interlaced with the meat You...you look like my brother Mama loved him the best He was head honcho with the ladies Mama always said he was blessed The village all gathered around him They couldn't believe what they saw I said it was you that had killed him And that I'd find you and upstand the law The people of the village believed me Mama...she wanted revenge I told her that I'd see that she was honored I'd find you and put you to death So now...now that I've found you On this such a joyous day I tell you it was me who killed him But the truth I'll never have to say Buenas tardes amigo Hola, my good friend Cinco de Mayo's on Tuesday And I hoped we'd see each other again Yes, I hoped we'd see each other again