| The doors flew back and in they came
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| A tough bunch of cowboys, thirsty
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| They said to the waitress, «Honey what’s your name?
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| Mama, won’cha bring us whiskey?»
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| The waitress
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| Her eyes rolled in her head
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| And no one took a single breath
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| When she turned to them and said
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| She said, «I'm nacho mama, nacho mama
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| Nacho mama, nacho girl
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| I didn’t bring you into this world
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| I’m nacho mama, no’cho mama»
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| The wild bunch rode on down the line
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| To some cafe on the Pedernales
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| They said to the waitress, «Honey, what’s your name
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| Mama, won’cha bring us tamales?»
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| The waitress raised her fly swatter high
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| Her new tattoo did show
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| It was Napoleon with a big black eye
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| And she was lettin' everybody know
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| I’m nacho mama, nacho mama
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| I’m nacho mama, nacho girl
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| I didn’t bring you into this world
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| I’m nacho mama, nacho mama
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| The wild bunch rode on down the line
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| Sidesaddle to their saddlebags
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| They crossed their legs and laughed all night
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| You see, the wild bunch was in drag
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| They sang, «I'm nacho mama
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| Nacho mama
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| I’m nacho mama, I’m nacho girl
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| I didn’t bring you into this world
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| I’m nacho mama, nacho mama
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| I’m nacho mama, I’m nacho girl
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| I didn’t bring you into this world
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| I’m nacho mama, nacho mama
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| Nacho mama, nacho mama |