Farewell, Mamacita, my hands are not here,
The party was great, there was plenty of beer.
I am off to the highway to the far desert sands,
In far Arizona you'll soon find my hands!
The party is over, and I'm on the trail,
Farewell Mamacita
I am off to the east,
With the cholla and quail.
Farewell, Mamacita, I'll drink one more toast,
While my hands are a-wandering
I can't write a post.