Usted Es Muy Loco

And Milo began to play...

I remember back in school
Didn't care, was a fool
Fell asleep in every class
Waxing cool, scratching my —
Seven years pass by, in spite of everything, we made it
Me and Milo go out cruising after show

I never gave much thought to it
Before this night, before this trip
But here I am, so hungry and alone
With the most gorgeous birds in nest in Mexico

(Usted es muy loco)
That's all she said to me
(Usted es muy loco)
Whatever could she mean?
And then Milo played...

So I fell into retreat, backed away to my seat
The candle like a crystal ball
Brought me back to Oxford Hall
With Mrs. Espinoza and her Spanish class on Mondays
And the reason that I took that class at all

You see, my father in his wisdom said
"By all the ink, by all the lead
When it comes to love, there's one thing that I know
There ain't nothing like the stuff in Mexico"

(Usted es muy loco)
That's all she said to me
(Usted es muy loco)
What ever could she mean?

And then Milo began to play...

And then Chico played...

And then I began to dream...

Simon, baby, don't you know?
I need you bad, I want you so
Won't you be my superflow?
For here and now and tomorrow
I can be your one and only suntan señorita
If only you could speak the words I know

So if I could go back in time
I'd concentrate, I'd stay in line
And in that class I swear I'd get an A
And I'd say, "Quieres pasar la noche conmigo?"

(Usted es muy loco)
That's all she said to me
(Usted es muy loco)
What ever could she mean?
And Milo played...

(Usted es muy loco)
That's all she said to me
(Usted es muy loco)
What ever could she mean?



Credits
Writer(s): James Bryan Mccollum, Jason Brett Levine
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