They say he's crazy His life is breezy, smooth, very breezy and racy He wears his hat, brown as it is. Into the sun On the horse, riding down into the ranch There is a beautiful Mexican chica waiting for him. He walks like a prince, thinking of life as though it were a movie
When they say he's crazy, he is falling in love He doesn't think about what the world thinks; he has a pouch A real pouch of tequila; he is drinking from it. This beautiful Mexican chica sits with him on the grass Then, then, then, they drink and they kiss He says out loud, 'Oluwa don bless me.'
His heart is filled with love. Beautiful Mexican chica doesn't Understand what he says; she just loves his red lips And his dreadlocks and that hat! That hat! It isn't cow-boy, But he feels anything goes. His lips are red, that's what the Mexican chica loves! She loves the other thing too, she loves so many things But one thing is that his lips are red
On the grass, they have tortilla too. They kiss, eat, drink and kiss His life is crazy, because he has forgotten his past. He used to say, 'Your past na your past. Forget am.' His future, he says, is bright. Bright like light at night. His heart is filled with love. Beautiful Mexican chica loves his brown skin, Pressing her breasts against his lips to taste her tits.
And he's crazy about her.
They jump onto the horse, or donkey or cow and kiss The moonlight shines upon them and up the hills, they could See fireworks depicting the sign of love in the air She can't let him go, because she loves him. To bits. Love's been found in a ranch. This is real love.
Love on tequila. Love on tortilla. Love on horses. She's crazy over him. She is in love. And he's crazy over her. He's in love. That's just how love transcends madness. It doesn't really bother them. Love is what they all found. In. The. Ranch.