Gaucho sing and play along

Just when I say, "Boy, we can't miss.

You are golden," then, you do this.

You say this guy is so cool,

snapping his fingers like a fool:

one more expensive kissoff.

Who do you think I am?

Lord, I know you're a special friend,

but you don't seem to understand.

We got heavy rollers, I think you should know.

Try again tomorrow.

Can't you see they're laughing at me.

Get rid of him.

I don't care what you do at home.

o. Would you care to explain?

Who is the gaucho, amigo?

Why is he standing in your spangled leather poncho and your elevator shoes?

Bodacious cowboys such as your friend will never be welcome here,

high in the Custerdome.

What I tell you back down the line:

I'll scratch your back, you can scratch mine.

No, he can't sleep on the floor.

What do you think I'm yelling for?

I'll drop him near the freeway.

Doesn't he have a home?

Lord, I know you're a special friend,

but you refuse to understand.

You're a nasty schoolboy with no place to go.

Try again tomorrow.

Don't tell me he'll wait in the car.

Get Look at you,

holding hands with the man from Ri o.

Would you care to explain?

Who is the gaucho, amigo?

Why is he standing in your spangled leather poncho with the studs that match your eyes?

Bodacious cowboys such as your friend will never be welcome here,

high in the Custerdome.