I don't practice santeria, I ain't got no crystal ball
I had a million dollars but I, I'd spend it all
If I could find that heina and that Sancho that she's found
I'd pop a cap in Sancho and I'd slap him down
What I really wanna know, my baby
What I really wanna say I can't define
It's love that I need, oh
My soul will have to wait'til I get back
Find a heina of my own, daddy's gonna love one and all
But I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break
And I got to live it up, ooh, yeah, huh
Well, I swear that I
What I really wanna know, oh baby
What I really want to say I can't define
Well that love make it dull, enh~
Well, my soul will have to
La a a a na da dang dang dang en~nh
Ooh, I really wanna say, my baby
What I really wanna say is I've got mine
And I'll make it, yes, I'm comin' up, oh~h
Tell Sanchito that if he knows what is good for him
He'd best go run and hide: daddy's got a new 45
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
What I really want to know, my baby
What I really want to say is there's just one
Way back and I'll make it, yeah
Well, my soul will have to wait