作曲 : Coleman Down in old Tijuana town There's this happy honkin' sound, Something you just can't put down It's the world renown Tijuana Taxi cab. So, you're not impressed you say With a beatup ChevroletBut that driver man JoseKnows his way around Tijuana town. Hey, ya wanna swing (You just tell Jose) Have yourself a fling (What-cha wanna play) Meet some pretty thing? (Any time you say) Livin' like a king! (Long as you can pay) Picture post cards 'n' hot tequila French perfume, man, from VenezuelaWhen you're on a Tijuana Taxi ride! Give those bulls a great big hand, Love that mariachi band, But the best thing in the land Is that hand-me-down Tijuana Taxicab Hey, ya wanna swing (You just tell Jose) Have yourself a fling (What-cha wanna play) Meet some pretty thing? (Any time you say) Livin' like a king! (Long as you can pay) Picture post cards 'n' hot tequila French perfume, man, from VenezuelaWhen you're on a Tijuana Taxi ride! So you swing and go for broke Not a penny in your poke Got no cigarettes to smoke But ya had your fling, the pretty thing And ev’ry-thing is ring-a-ding. O-le!
作曲 : Coleman Down in old Tijuana town There's this happy honkin' sound, Something you just can't put down It's the world renown Tijuana Taxi cab. So, you're not impressed you say With a beatup ChevroletBut that driver man JoseKnows his way around Tijuana town. Hey, ya wanna swing (You just tell Jose) Have yourself a fling (What-cha wanna play) Meet some pretty thing? (Any time you say) Livin' like a king! (Long as you can pay) Picture post cards 'n' hot tequila French perfume, man, from VenezuelaWhen you're on a Tijuana Taxi ride! Give those bulls a great big hand, Love that mariachi band, But the best thing in the land Is that hand-me-down Tijuana Taxicab Hey, ya wanna swing (You just tell Jose) Have yourself a fling (What-cha wanna play) Meet some pretty thing? (Any time you say) Livin' like a king! (Long as you can pay) Picture post cards 'n' hot tequila French perfume, man, from VenezuelaWhen you're on a Tijuana Taxi ride! So you swing and go for broke Not a penny in your poke Got no cigarettes to smoke But ya had your fling, the pretty thing And ev’ry-thing is ring-a-ding. O-le!
