Juanita
Tell us, señorita, do they grow
Any more like you down in Mexico?
That is something we should like to know
For, in case they do there we'll have to go
Though love in Spanish we can’t discuss
Please don't be clannish with us
Hearken to our plaintive serenade
Fascinating maid
Wonderful Juanita dark-eyed señorita
Blushing tropic rose so divine
Could you learn to be a clinging vine
Never was so sweet a maid as you, Juanita
My heart beating keeps repeating
"When will Juanita be mine?"