(原詩)

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 of 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,
Will never be welcome here
High in the Custerdome

(interlude)

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
Look at you
Holding hands with the man from 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,
Will never be welcome here
High in the Custerdome