In Old Mexico Lyrics & Chords By Tom Lehrer

(Introduction, only on live album „An Evening Wasted With Tom Lehrer“, spoken:)
The outpatients are out in force tonight, I see, good! Now...
I'm sure you're all aware that this week is National Gall
Bladder Week, and so as sort of an educational feature at
this point I thought I would acquaint you with some of the
results of my recent researches into the career of the late
Doctor Samuel Gall, inventor of the gall bladder, which
certainly ranks as one of the more important technological
advances since the invention of the joy buzzer and the dribble
glass.
Dr. Gall's faith in his invention was so dramatically vindicated
last year, as you no doubt recall, when, for the first time
in history in a nationwide poll, the gall bladder was voted
among the top ten organs.
His educational career began, interestingly enough, in
agricultural school, where he majored in animal husbandry,
until they... caught him at it one day... whereupon he switched
to the field of medicine, in which field he also won renown as
the inventor of gargling, which prior to that time had been
practiced only furtively by a remote tribe in the Andes who
passed the secret down from father to son as part of their
oral tradition.
He soon became a specialist, specializing in diseases of the
rich. He was therefore able to retire at an early age...
To the land we all dream about: sunny Mexico, of course,
the last part of which is completely irrelevant, as was the
whole thing, I guess, except it's a rather sneaky way of
getting into this next type of popular song, which is one
of those things about that magic and romantic land south of
the border.
When it's fiesta time in Guadalajara
Then I long to be back once again
In Old Mexico
Where we lived for today, never giving a thought to tomara
To the strumming of guitars
In a hundred grubby bars
I would whisper "Te amo!"
The mariachis would serenade
And they would not shut up till they were paid
We ate, we drank, and we were merry
And we got typhoid and dysentery
But best of all, we went to the Plaza de Toros
Now whenever I start feeling morose
I revive by recalling that scene
And names like Belmonte, Domingu'in, and Manolete
If I live to a hundred and eighty
I shall never forget what they mean
(spoken) For there is surely nothing more beautiful in this
world than the sight of a lone man facing single-handedly
a half a ton of angry pot roast!
Out came the matador
Who must have been potted or
Slightly insane, but who looked rather bored
Then the picadors of course
Each one on his horse
I shouted „Olé!“ ev'ry time one was gored
I cheered at the banderilleros' display
As they stuck the bull in their own clever way
For I hadn't had so much fun since the day
My brother's dog Rover
Got run over
(spoken) Rover was killed by a Pontiac. And it was done
with such grace and artistry that the witnesses awarded the
driver both ears and the tail – but I digress . . .
The moment had come
I swallowed my gum
We knew there'd be blood on the sand pretty soon
The crowd held its breath
Hoping that death
Would brighten an otherwise dull afternoon
At last, the matador did what we wanted him to
He raised his sword and his aim was true
In that moment of truth, I suddenly knew
That someone had stolen my wallet
Now it's fiesta time in Akron, Ohio
But it's back to old Guadalajara I'm longing to go
Far away from the strikes of the A.F. of L. and C.I.O.
How I wish I could get back
To the land of the wetback
And forget the Alamo
In Old Mexico
Olé!