When I walk down the street,
why am I always molested by beautiful women?
They want a lock of my hair, and the funny part of it is,
I give it out lock for lock,
The question on everyone's lips is,
Juan, and twice as good as the first?
Is it the mischievous twinkle in my eye?
Or is it my di et of hors d 'oeuvres that
No, I got a system, and with this system,
Stop that music. I'll tell you my secret,
but I want you to keep it scarce.
Friends, my words of wisdom will
be echoed around the world.
First you tip your hatta.
Roll your eyes and give it datta.
That's half the chorus of the hot patata.
Now you point your toe -a.
Then you fix your bow -a.
China, for a finish be sworn,
China, that's the chorus of
Folks, you'll have to pardon me,
there's eight girls over there, they're waving to me, I
suppose they want a lock of my hair.
Now first you tip your hatta,
Folks, I suppose you get a little dizzy
turning, but it's part of my system.