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Well itâs Friday night*
And my friend Jose is calling me,
Saying, hey Compadre,
Come on out and play.
Thereâs a place right down the street
Where the pretty cowgirls meet
Youâd think by now that I would know
What my reply should be
No way, Jose Cuervo
Youâre a bad hombre,
Youâre out to get me in
Mucho trouble again
No how, No way, Jose
Jose you say Iâm handsome
And Iâm bulletproof
And every cowgirl
Wants to dance with me.
Still I oughta turn you down
Cause every time I turn you up
I end up with an aching head
In traction or
In love
Why canât I say, no way, Jose Cuervo
Youâre a bad hombre
Youâre out to get me in
Mucho trouble again
No how, No way, Jose
Buenos dias, muchas gracias,
Uno mas por favor
Youâd think a cat
That talks like that
Would learn to say no more
No how, No way, Jose Cuervo
Youâre a bad hombre
Youâre out to get me in
Mucho trouble once again
No how, No way, Jose
No how, No way, Jose