I'm a travelling salesman
I travel over the world
And I leave my wife at home
Trusting she'll be a good little girl
And we have a roamer
And our family
And here is the story
Of what that louse did to me

That louse of a roamer
From New Mexico way
No doubt that jerk
From Albuquerque
He's in dat same mood today
What he did to my fiancée
While I was away
South of her border
Down Mexico way

When I came home
The little bambino was crying
And I think I heard
It murmur so tenderly
Then I think
I heard it say Manana
And, folks, you can see
It ain't one drop of Spanish in me

South of the border
I rode back one day
And I shot him right between His Rio Grande and his Santa Fe
There's one thing I know now
Oh, he'll never play
South of her border Down Mexico way.