Warm Cherryade

The sun's on the mountain Sweet prickle of sweat on my neck One hand rolling cigarettes I pass a bodega So many faces fading Faces like a photograph I look in the mirror And the world drops out, and Pat Boone's on the radio Now nothing can stop me Replica flintlock, keycards Snakeskin boots, warm cherryade (The sun's on the mountain Turn up, Pat's on the radio Now nothing can stop me Singing 'Speedy Gonzales' Pat makes it sweet like cherryade) Sweet thinking of what I might do Greenbacks stacked like ziggurats Could get me a villa With a sunset, sea-breeze, Drinks on trays, cream cadillac Bet I could buy a casino Sipping on milkshakes round the Roulette wheels and baccarat I flick up the headlights And the night comes crawling Looking like some animal (Call me the king of the card sharks King of the wheels and baccarat I flick up the headlights The wind takes my body Blood pumping like some animal) Sweet Santa Fe I'm running hot Now Going to see my baby Yeah they'll say No keeping us Down Love like fire Sweet down from the mountain comes the Rolling scent of lavender It circles the city All of the old boys at the Catedral basílica Están bebiendo tequila And a dog barks at a Poster of an architect —Alberto Palacio— But the night turns on and Everything is glittering (Singing bow-wow to heaven Bow-wow it's just an architect —Alberto Palacio— Street lights and sequins Colonnades. All is glittering.) Sweet Santa Fe I'm running hot Now Going to see my baby Yeah they'll say No keeping us Down Love like fire