Spoken: It was a moonlit night in old Mexico. I walked alone between some old Adobe haciendas. Suddenly, I heard the plaintive cry of a young Mexican girl. You better come home, Speedy Gonzales Away from tannery row Stop alla your a-drinkin’ With that floozie named Flo Come on home to your adobe And slap … Continue reading Pat Boone – Speedy Gonzales lyrics