Gaucho

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 kiss-off

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 off him

I don't care what you do at home 

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

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 undrestand

You're a nasty schoolboy

With no place to go

Try again tomorrow



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

Look at you,

Holding hands with the man from the Rio

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

High in the Custerdome