She gets to the party early, she stays till it's very late
The shy one at 7:30, the life of the crowd at 8...
She don't wanna Macarena, she don't wanna Cha-cha-cha,
She knows what'll entertain her: a round of tequila shots!
She loves tequila... Only tequila... She loves tequila...
Can't get enough of that... tequila!

She stands maybe five foot nada; she looks maybe seventeen
As small as a child's piñata - petite as a pinto bean
You'd think that she'd need a breather, you'd think that she'd have to stop
But shots never make her weaker - she's stronger with every drop
Of that tequila... She loves tequila... Lives on tequila...
Can't get enough of that... tequila!

She starts with the Casamigo, she moves to the Gran Patrón
She's just warming up when she goes in search of the Don Ramón
She don't want your Margarita, she don't want your salt or ice
The straight-shooting señorita gets mad if she tells you twice
She loves tequila... Straight-up tequila... Solo tequila...
Can't get enough of that... tequila!

She toasts when a guest is leaving, she toasts when the last has gone
She toasts that her hosts are sleeping, but stays just to party on...
She don't need no damn siesta; she don't want the fun to end
She needs just a small fiesta - for her and her best of friends:
Her and tequila... Dulce tequila... Amiga-Quila...
Can't get enough of that... tequila!

She jumps at the sound of snoring; she finds the sound is her,
She's up like a shot, and pouring the perk that she most prefers:
The hair of the ol' Chihuahua, the gift that Agave gave,
The gem of Guadalajara, the quaff caballeros crave:
Yes, more tequila... Some more tequila...
She needs tequila... Can't get enough of that... tequila!

She weighs less than half a peso, she stands less than 4-foot-five
A chica with twice the huevos of hombres near twice her size
She knows how to soothe the spirits; she knows how to charm the worm
She's fired-up, fast and fearless with energy left to burn...
To drink tequila... some more tequila... she loves tequila...
Can't get enough of that...tequila!

She wakes to the sound of sirens; she sways when she walks the line
They ask "have you been imbibing?" She slurs "just a glash of wine..."
She asks why her "pursh" is "mithing", then sees that it's in the street
The cops though, are done with listening - they've found, underneath her seat,
Tons of tequila... lots of tequila... pints of tequila...
That kind of settles that... tequila!

She gets to her meetings early; whe makes sure she's never late
She shares, but she's never wordy; she counts from the time and date
A month, 20 days, she's counted; a chip is her new best friend
She's grateful each day she's found it; temptation will never end
She loves tequila... still loves tequila... can't take tequila...
Cause it doesn't love her back... tequila!