Ay, chiquita, coqueta coctelera friend,
You know what's on my mind, mi amiga, a blend.
Look in there now, you'll see there's a worm;
I'll slug it down, when I'm sodded, out of control.
And I'm as blind as a mole.
And I think I hear a mission bell ring.
Many swigs and I'll forget everything, pissed, so. . .olvidado. . .

Margarita, steer that Cuervo in,
Dry guy, I have got my lips loose.
Margarita--mere cuerpo, no skin:
Lime, lime, squeeze it all in: pips, juice.
So, here's la boca parted
And out la lengua darted.
Time, time, for the Cointreau in to go.
Margarita, no al Mojito.
Lime, lime--toxic green mix, a no-no!

For agave I'm mad, and I could drink a whole slew.
And those bountiful limes--lemons just wouldn't do.
When set to go, I'll slam down much more
Than I should till the limes and my mind are gone
And I'm so blanched, I'm wan Juan.
Next thing: issue forth micturition springs
Many swigs and I'll forge-wet vestment things. P*ssed mucho. . .mojado. . .

Mar meada, here I go again:
High tide. . .couldn't get my zips loose.
Marinera. . .where's the openin'?
High tide. . .squeeze it all out; drips juice.
So, here's la ropa parted
And out la verga darted.
Dry, dry el piso? No, mojado!

Margaritas make me act charades;
I'm, I'm dancing on veranda.
Mascarada--I don the lampshades;
Mime, mime, I, Carmen Miranda.

Margarita, steer that Cuervo in,
Dry guy, I have got my lips loose.
Mas, querida!--add Cointreau, no gin,
Lime, lime, squeeze it all in: pips, juice.
So, here's la boca parted
And out la lengua darted.
Time, time, para echar escucho.
Margarita, it's congelado
(Margarita's "la"; faux género).
Rime rim del vaso; pues, salado.