Tristeza, Tristeza When will you marry He is wild and foot stomping To your smile, arbitrary? And over the threshold His child you will carry You may walk, he will drive We will ride Montessori
She's a doll, she's a steal You must catch her if you will We will dance and be merry Then Tristeza we'll bury At dawn through the den He will dance with the lions You will hear when he goes He will ride, he will Triumph
Tristeza, Tristeza When will you marry? He is wild, he will fly You will smile so contrary He will see your reflection In the chrome BSA He will notice you scheming He will dream, he will pray