Mr.White-Suit! Well I was born again in nineteen twenty four, a calypso band was playin´ on the shore, behind the bars in the streets of this famous town, where after all – I lost my own.
Desperados, dancin` bonitas sweet senoritas, drinkin` mochitos. Want you to be my petite bambino, one day I leave to Portofino!
But till that day, that beautiful day:
I´ll do the Cha-cha-cha, here at Rico`s Bar, and even Merengue, down at Tonys Cafe. Mr.White-Suit! I watch the sweet petitas, and the squeaky senoritas. I wear that white suit, I never felt that good!
Each time I´m in the mood that I look at the sea, the ships are rolling in, none is leaving with me. Could not escape the noise and the lights of this town, and after all, I was going down.
Desperados, dancin` bonitas sweet senoritas, drinkin` mochitos. Want you to be my queen of Fandango maybe I leave to San Fernando!
But till that day, yes till that day:
I´ll do the Cha-cha-cha, here at Rico`s Bar, and even Merengue, down at Tonys Cafe. Mr.White-Suit! I watch the sweet petitas, and the squeaky senoritas. I wear that white suit, I never felt that good!