When a fellow loves a maiden And that maiden doesn't love him, It's the same as when a bald man Finds a comb upon the highway. The cucaracha, the cucaracha, Doesn't want to travel on Because she hasn't, Oh no, she hasn't Marihuana for to smoke. All the maidens are of pure gold; All the married girls are silver; All the widows are of copper, And old women merely tin. My neighbor across the highway Used to be called Doa Clara, And if she has not expired Likely that's her name tomorrow. All the girls up at Las Vegas Are most awful tall and skinny, But they're worse for plaintive pleading Than the souls in Purgatory. All the girls here in the city Don't know how to give you kisses, While the ones from Albuquerque Stretch their necks to avoid misses. All the girls from Mexico Are as pretty as a flower And they talk so very sweetly, Fill your heart quite up with love. One thing makes me laugh most hearty Pancho Villa with no shirt on Now the Carranzistas beat it Because Villa's men are coming. Fellow needs an automobile If he undertakes the journey To the place to which Zapata Ordered the famous convention.