Well it’s Friday night

And my friend Jose is calling me, 

Saying, hey Compadre,

Come on out and play.

There’s a place right down the street

Where the pretty cowgirls meet

You’d think by now that I would know

What my reply should be



No way, Jose Cuervo

You’re a bad hombre, 

Amigo

You’re out to get me in

Mucho trouble again

No how, No way, Jose





Jose you say I’m handsome

And I’m bulletproof

And every cowgirl

Wants to dance with me.

Still I oughta turn you down

Cause every time I turn you up

I end up with an aching head

In traction or

In love



Why can’t I say, no way, Jose Cuervo

You’re a bad hombre

Amigo

You’re out to get me in

Mucho trouble again

No how, No way, Jose



Buenos dias, muchas gracias,

Uno mas por favor

You’d think a cat

That talks like that

Would learn to say no more



No how, No way, Jose Cuervo

You’re a bad hombre

Amigo

You’re out to get me in

Mucho trouble once again

No how, No way, Jose

No how, No way, Jose