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Aztec Blues |
| In which a leisurely trip to pre-Conquista Mexico does not go as planned. | |
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Lyrics:
About a year before the landing of Hernan Cortez
I was walking through Mexico, minding my biz,
Baskin’ in the sun, just a tannin’ my bod,
Leanin’ on a statue of an Aztec god,
When an indigenous dude with a headdress on
Invented me down to Tenochtitlan.
Well I didn’t complain. They was treatin’ me nice.
They took me to me a Mexican paradise.
But before I’d made it to the palace door
I had been mistaken for a prisoner o’ war
And before I knew what was goin’ on
I had left my heart in Tenochtitlan.
Well they didn’t explain, didn’t tell me why.
They just took me on a pyramid, way up high.
And, man, let me tell ya, before they were through
They had ripped my shirt and ruined my tattoo.
My gold-plated necklace and my watch were gone
And I’d left my heart in Tenochtitlan.
So if you go down to Tenochtitlan,
I’d suggest you go with your headdress on.
But if you don’t find human sacrifice pretty
You’d better stay away from Mexico City.
Believe me man; I know what’s goin’ on
‘Cause I left my heart in Tenochtitlan.
Bee-bop-a-lula, doo-ron-ron.
I left my heart in Tenochtitlan.
Diddle-diddle dumpling; my son John
I left my heart in Tenochtitlan.
Parallelopipedon.
I left my heart in Tenochtitlan.