I don't practice Santeria
I ain't got no crystal ball
See I had a million dollars but I spent it all
If I could find that Heina, and that Sancho that she's found
Well, I'd pop a cap in Sancho and I'd slap her down
What I really wanna know, my baby
And I really wanna say I can't define
This love, that I need
Whoa
My soul will have to wait till I get back, to find a Heina of my own
Daddy's gonna love one and all
I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break and I gotta live it up
Oh, yeah
Well, I swear that I
What I really wanna know, my baby
What I really wanna say I can't define, got love make it go
My soul will have to
wait for a guitar solo
And I really wanna know, my baby
And I really wanna say is there's just one
And I'll make it, yes I'm growing old
Tell Sanchito that if he knows what is good for him he best go run and hide
Daddy's got a new Forty Five
What the fuck
And I won't think twice to stick that barrel straight down Sancho's throat
Believe me when I say that I got something for his punk ass
And I really wanna know, my baby
And I really wanna say is there's just one, way back, and I'll make it, yeah
My soul will have to wait, yeah, yeah, yeah