The Santa Ana winds blow and blow and blow and blow
I love you, you know you know you know you know
Fifty thousand died at The Alamo
At the hands of Santa Ana oh no no no no
Scratch my eyes out, hot seasonal winds
You cause a forest fire like the fire in my heart
Chap my lips, ah, hot seasonal winds
You make my heart skip a beat
General Santa Ana rode a white, white, white, white horse
Even though his heart was black, black, black of course
Fifty million died at The Alamo
At the hands of Colonel Mustard oh no no no no
Scratch my eyes out, hot seasonal winds
You cause a forest fire like the fire in my heart
Chap my lips, ah, hot seasonal winds
You make my heart skip a beat
Skip a beat
Skip a beat
