Margarita, ah
Margarita, ah
It was in Pittsburgh late one night
I lost my hat, got into a fight
I rolled and tumbled till I saw the light
Went to the Big Apple, took a bite
Still, the sun went down your way
Down from the blue into the gray
Where I stood, I saw you walk away
You danced away
I asked her what we're gonna do tonight
She said, «Cahuenga langa-langa shoe box soup»
We better keep tryin' till we get it right
Tala mala sheela jaipur dhoop
She wrote a long letter on a short piece of paper
Oh Margarita