A hungry brown perro was challenged by gringos to die
For a turd that he lay in the street as the gringos drew nigh
A man that crossed over the street was for perros
And the gringos had soon better fly
But the local militia did soon put an end to their try
Hey Up Santa Anna, they're putting them gringos in jail
And leaving them there without bail
To remember the perro

Slim Louie lay dying, his bottle of pulque was dry
But his thirst had the rage to imbibe in a shooter of rye
His slacker pal, crocked up, lay laughing and dying
Already as high as the sky
For perros and pulque two gringos were willing to die
Hey Up Santa Anna, they're putting them gringos in jail
And leaving them there without bail
To remember the perro

A courier came to the gringos once raunchy and loud
And found them in prison, in shackles and chains they were bound
Fear not little perro of dying
For the gringos will never be free
They'll rot there in prison for the lack of 500 G's
Hey Up Santa Anna, they're putting them gringos in jail
And leaving them there without bail
To remember the perro
To remember the perro