I am a gay caballero I come from Rio de Janiero I carry with me my weetrembeli And both of my latrabaleros. I met a gay young senorita Who gave me a dose of clapita Right on the end of my weetrembeli And both of my latrabaleros I went to a wise surgeano He said, "I prescribe purgeano," He cut off the end of my weetrembeli And both of my latrabaleros And now I'm a sad caballero Returning to Rio de Janiero But not as you see with my weetrembeli And both of my latrabaleros At night as I lie on my pillow Seeking to finger my willow All I find there is a handful of hair And one dried up latrabalero.