Bob Kotta immortalized this bit of filk. Being of Mexican/Irish descent, he could get away with it. Unfortunately, Bob passed away a couple years past. He is fondly remembered by his friends and fellow conspirators in Seattle and Portland (OR).

TEQUILA IN THE JAR
By Bob Kotta
(Tune: Gilgarry Mountain)
(To be sung in a really bad south-of-the-border accent)

As I was going over the mountains of Morellos
I met with Captain Sanchez, he was counting his dineros
I pulled out my pistole and I stuck it in his middle
Saying, "Give me all your money, 'cause I am a bad bandito."

Chorus:
Muchos gringos trabajar (* * * *)
Whack for the barrio (* *)
Whack for the barrio, ees tequila in the jar

I took all the money back home to my Maria
She saw the shining pesos and she said, "It's good to see ya"
She vowed and she swore that she'd never blow my cover
But never trust the women when they have another lover

Next morning I awoke, I had a breakfast of tamales
When the casa was surrounded by a bunch of federales
They smashed down the doors and they broke the window latches
And took me off to prison – but they had no stinkin' badges

In the calaboose they put me with all the other fellows
For robbing Captain Sanchez in the mountains of Morellos
But they didn't take my reefers, so I got the jailer loaded
And then I rode away when his mind it was eroded

I think I find my brother, the one that's in Jalisco (pron. "Hi-lis-co")
We get ourselves a Chevy and go up to San Francisco
Together we go cruising and pretend that we are machos
Pick up pretty girls, get them drunk and feed them nachos

Chorus:
Muchos gringos trabajar (* * * *)
Whack for the barrio (* *)
Whack for the barrio, ees tequila in the jar

Marijuana no fumar (* * * *)
Whack for the barrio (* *)
Whack for the barrio, ees tequila in the jar

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 17-Aug-02.