Oh Americans dance on a dance floor.
And the Spaniards, they dance on a
table.
And the Russians, they dance on a saber.
But the Mexicans dance on
their hats.
Oh they dance on hot coals in Calcutta.
In Wisconsin they dance on fresh
butta,
Which they squeeze from one cow or anutta.
Yes, the Mexicans dance
on their hats.
(Ole!)
There are Mexicans dancing on derbies.
There are Mexicans dancing on
caps.
They just throw their fedoras
Wherever the floor is,
And start
doing horas and taps.
They won't quit! They go on!
It's a Mexicn custom,
To take hats and
bust 'em,
By doing a dance thereupon.
Oh the reason they shot Pancho Villa
Was he danced on his mother's
mantilla.
And the message did not reach Garcia.
He was out somewhere
dancing on hats.
(Ole!)
There's a fellow in West Acapulco,
The most elegant man you could
meet.
He does sambas on hombergs
To tunes of Sig Romberg's,
And
sometimes the Nutcracker Suite.
So take care! So beware!
Or they'll put castanets on
And ruin your
Stetson,
'Cause they all think they're Fred Astaire!
If you're ever in Mexico proper,
And you're wearing a straw hat or
topper,
When the band starts to play, call a copper,
'Cause by now you
should know
That they'll grab your chapeau, And they'll stomp till it's
flat,
And that's that!
That's what Mexicans do on your hat.
(Ole!)
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