Buenas tardes amigo   Hola, my good friend   Cinco de Mayo's on Tuesday   And I hoped we'd see each other again      You killed my brother last winter   You shot him three times in the back   In the night I still hear Mama weeping   Oh Mama still dresses in black      I looked at every fiesta   For you I wanted to greet   Maybe I'd sell you a chicken   With poison interlaced with the meat      You, you look like my brother   Mama loved him the best   He was head honcho with the ladies   Mama always said he was blessed      The village all gathered around him   They couldn't believe what they saw   I said it was you that had killed him   And that I'd find you and up stand the law      The people of the village believed me   Mama, she wanted revenge   I told her that I'd see that she was honored   I'd find you and put you to death      So now, now that I've found you   On this such a joyous day   I tell you it was me who killed him   But the truth I'll never have to say      Buenas tardes amigo   Hola, my good friend   Cinco de Mayo's on Tuesday   And I hoped we'd see each other again      Yes I hoped we'd see each other again   I hoped we'd see each other again