by Tom Lehrer D Fdim A7 When it's fiesta time in Guada-lajara, Then I long to be back once again A8+5 D In old Mexi-co. F#m Where we lived for today, Am/C B7 Em Never giving a thought to tomara. D To the strumming of gui-tars, A7 In a hundred grubby bars D I would whisper "te amo." D7 G D The mari-achis would sere-nade, A7 D And they would not shut up till they were paid. D7 G D We ate, we drank, and we were merry, A7 D And we got typhoid and dysen-tery. E7 Am G But best of all, we went to the plaza de toros. F Now whenever I start feeling morose, E7 F I revive by recalling that scene. E7 Am G And names like belmonte, dominguin, and mano-lete, F If I live to a hundred and eighty, E I shall never forget what they mean. AGA ALTERNATE CHORDS BACK AND FORTH FOR THIS SPOKE PART D Eb D Eb (for there is surely nothing more beautiful in this World than the sight of a lone man facing singlehandedly A half a ton of angry pot roast!) D Eb Out came the matador, D Eb Who must have been potted or D Eb D EDb/A Slightly in-sane, but who looked rather bored. Eb Then the picadors of course, D Eb Each one on his horse, D Eb D EEb/A I shouted "ole!" ev'ry time one was gored. G D I cheered at the bandil-leros' display, A7 D As they stuck the bull in their own clever way, G D F#m7 B7 For I hadn't had so much fun since the day Em A7 My brother's dog rover D Eb Got run over. ALTERNATE CHORDS ON THIS SPOKEN PART D Eb D Eb D (rover was killed by a pontiac. and it was done with Such grace and artistry that the witnesses awarded the Driver both ears and the tail - but I digress.) D Eb The moment had come, D Eb I swallowed my gum, D Eb D EbDb We knew there'd be blood on the sand pretty soon. D Eb The crowd held it's breath, D Eb Hoping that death D Eb D EbDb Would brighten an otherwise dull after-noon. D7 G D At last, the matador did what we wanted him to. A7 D He raised his sword and his aim was true. D7 G D B7 In that moment of truth I suddenly knew Em A7 D EA7 That someone had stolen my wallet. A7 D Fdim A7 Now it's fiesta time in ak-ron, ohio, A9+5 D But it's back to old Guadalajara I'm longing to go. F#m Am/C B7 Em Far away from the strikes of the A.F. of L. and C.I.O. D How I wish I could get back A7 To the land of the wetback, C7B7 And forget the Alamo, Em A7 D ED In old Mexi-co.