Just when I say
'Boy we can't miss
You are golden'
Then you do this
You say this guy is so cool
Snapping his fingers like a fool
One more expensive kiss-off
Who do you think I am

Lord I know you're a special friend
But you don't seem to understand
We got heavy rollers
I think you should know
Try again tomorrow

Can't you see they're laughing at me
Get rid off him
I don't care what you do at home
Would you care to explain

Who is the gaucho amigo,
Why is he standing
In your spangled leather poncho
And your elevator shoes
Bodacious cowboys
Such as your friend
High in the Custerdome

What I tell you
Back down the line
I'll scratch your back,
You can scratch mine
No he can't sleep on the floor,
What do you think I'm yelling for?
I'll drop him near the freeway
Doesn't he have a home

Lord I know you're a special friend
But you refuse to undrestand
You're a nasty schoolboy
With no place to go
Try again tomorrow

Don't tell me he'll wait in the car,
Look at you,
Holding hands with the man from the Rio
Would you care to explain?

Who is the Gaucho amigo,
Why is he standing
In your spangled leather poncho
With the studs that match your eyes
Bodacious cowboys
Such as your friend
High in the Custerdome