From the tin rooftop the little boy did watch
  The procession down through town
  Through the museum where Daniel whupped the Devil
  With them boys from the underground
  Where the Giants of Science fight for tight control
  Over the wildlands of New Mexico
  Sam Houston's ghost's in Texas fighting for his soul
  And the townsfolk rest uneasy beneath the guns of Kid Cole
  And the kid says: "Hey, where's Santa Ana
  He who could romance the dumb into talking
  Take a chance with me tonight, my contessa,
  If it don't work out I ain't lame, I can walk"
  Now some folks think cancer's taken to the streets of this town
  But Sandy eats her candy and then lays her money down
  Them cats are in from the canyons to strut their stuff in town
  But there's only secret sinners here
  Lord, there's only secret thieves
  Only a fool would try to save
  What the desert chose to leave
  And hey there seřurita,
  With your playboys in their Spanish bandanas
  French cream won't soften those boots, baby
  French kisses will not break your heart
    Oh painted night set free with light
  Glows outside the Rainbow Saloon
  Matching braces with a Spanish lady
  'Neath a graduation moon
  No more colleges, no more coronations
  Some punk's idea of a teenage nation
  Has forced Santa Ana to change his station
  From soldier to cartoon
  And the Giants of Science spend their days and nights
  Not with wives, not with lovers, but searchin' for the lights
  They spotted in the desert on their helicopter flights
  Just to be lost in the dust and the night
  Hey my Contessa, in your juke joint rags you always bring candy for the kids
  Come waltz with me tonight seřurita
  'Cause only fools are alone on a night like this