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This is a song about Juan,
a guy who had style
when he lived somewhere down
north-south of Brazil.
Neither Marquez nor Castaneda,
didn't know Juanito,
but they heard that his grandfather
had personally seen Mescalito.
Juan loved Maria-Ana,
the beautiful rose from Macon.
She was a prisoner,
of the loathsome General La.
Juan shook the tequila,
Juan gathered the guerilla,
Juan shot in style
RA-TA-RA-TA-RA.
tequila-guerrillas
Blood, water and juice flowed,
Juan inclined to revolt and rebellion,
Šestok made a coup,
overthrew the entire military junta.
br/>So he married Marija-Anna,
a beautiful rose from Makonda,
they had everything planned,
I don't know what happened then.
I know that as a gray-haired old man,
next to his Marije-Anna,
he remembered how as a kid,
he had terribly stormy days.
How he shook the tequila,
How he gathered the guerilla,
How he shot in style,
RA-TA-RA-TA-RA.
Tequila-guerrilla