Buenas tardes amigo
  Hola, my good friend
  Cinco de Mayo's on Tuesday
  And I hoped we'd see each other again
    You killed my brother last winter
  You shot him three times in the back
  In the night I still hear mama weeping
  Oh mama, still dresses in black
    I looked at every fiesta
  For you I wanted to greet
  Maybe I'd sell you a chicken
  With poison interlaced with the meat
    You... you look like my brother
  Mama loved him the best
  He was head honcho with the ladies
  Mama always said he was blessed
    The village all gathered around him
  They couldn't believe what they saw
  I said it was you that had killed him
  And that I'd find you and upstand the law
    The people of the village believed me
  Mama... she wanted revenge
  I told her I'd see that she was honored
  I'd find you and put you to death
    So now... now that I've found you
  On this such a joyous day
  I tell you it was me who killed him
  But the truth I'll never have to say
    Buenas tardes amigo
  Hola, my good friend
  Cinco de Mayo's on Tuesday
  And I hoped we'd see each other again
  Yes, I hoped we'd see each other again
  I hoped we'd see each other again