Hasta La Vista

You hung up the telephone

I wanna hang out I'm all alone

I can't hang on losing my grip

Over the edge and about to slip

We broke up and cut all ties

You really broke out to my surprise

When you broke in your running shoes

Head down south with nothing to lose

Down in Hermosillo

Rojo y amarillo

High in his castillo

Found a new chico

Reaching through the desert void

I tried to reach out he got annoyed

Saw him reach down gun in his hand

Looks like this is my last stand

Like a movie we exchanged a glance

He moved in I took my stance

She said "Sorry boys, gotta jet!"

And she drove off in his Corvette

Lit a cigarette to forget

Stranded for the night

We called off the fight

Set aside our egos

Now we are amigos

Roll up like an armadillo

Use a cactus for my pillow

Let's light up the candelabra

To scare off the chupacabra