I'm a travelling salesman I travel over the world And I leave my wife at home Trusting she'll be a good little girl And we have a roamer And our family And here is the story Of what that louse did to me That louse of a roamer From New Mexico way No doubt that jerk From Albuquerque He's in dat same mood today What he did to my fiancée While I was away South of her border Down Mexico way When I came home The little bambino was crying And I think I heard It murmur so tenderly Then I think I heard it say Manana And, folks, you can see It ain't one drop of Spanish in me South of the border I rode back one day And I shot him right between His Rio Grande and his Santa Fe There's one thing I know now Oh, he'll never play South of her border Down Mexico way.