Lock up your shed because Juanito's coming   Just crossed over into Mexico   Lock up your pigsty and your daughters   Cos if it moves, you know old Juanito      Young ladies he likes to ravish   He knows how to make them wet   And if he can't, he'll dig himself a hole   or go looking for your favorite pet, Ole      They call him Juanito the bandito   Lock up your things, you'll be robbed   They call him Juanito   The randy bandito   Oh, how many people have sobbed his name?      He wears a soft sun-soaked sombrero   A droopy moustache to his chin   He will hold up stab or shoot you   So that he can get it in O.K.