And now the day is closing
No use in my supposing that soft moonlight might take me home
Far past where the skyline reaches
Such related American Cliches
That fever of sweet french cologne
Too much fandango
Too much fandango
Well that old demon – he won’t set me free
Too much fandango
Tequila and tango
Well that old demon
Made a fool out of me
Oh yes the girl romancing
Lovers alone still dancing
That same dance from so long ago
Staring through a glassy sunrise
Their havana they burn my eyes
I’ll have one more ale
One for the road
Too much fandango
Too much fandango
Well that old demon – he won’t set me free
Too much fandango
Tequila and tango
Well that old demon
Made a fool out of me