Rosie at the Café

Rosie at the Café

In a little café, out San Antonio way
I was drinking tequila like water.
Rosie was her name; she's not to blame
I didn't act like I aughtta.
My head was a-spin; I said with a grin
Let's dance the horizontal mamba.
She wasn't impressed; became quite distressed
When I kept insisting we samba.

She walked away; had no words to say
But I didn't have time to miss her.
Her honor to defend; sent her boyfriend
He didn't look very pleased.
I took me a drink; gave him a wink
Then I stood and clobbered him one.
As he hit the floor I ran for the door
Never argue with the wrong end of a gun.

I may have been rude; I may have been crude
Maybe even drunk as can be,
But a man with a gun just ain't any fun,
It could hurt someone like me.
Such a pretty young miss; I couldn't resist
So I kissed her as I ran out.
She winked one eye and said with a sigh
"Too bad you're such a damn lout!"