Puerto Rico Way

The sun pissing in the streets of some hung over place

Dances with two left feet upon her face

Bot soft! She is fast asleep beneath her mosquitoes

You would never want to know what she knows

I met a girl down Puerto Rico way with an eye as true as steel

And the hair grew red upon her head

Oh, love it would have been ideal

The summer air down Puerto Rico way is as hot as it can be

But the orchestra plays night and day

Martina, will you dance with me?

She's drunk every single day

She's young most of the time

She's spent all of the rent on her decline

She's fun, fun to be around

She's done everything once

She's a fallen woman, fallen sound asleep in the sun