THREE COMPLETE AMERICAN NOVELS

Nine nights
He tore through the jungle
Dressed in khaki; pursued by demons
He thought of her
He thought of something awful;
"What if the phone was tapped in Bogota?"
And he's on the run
And the girl don't come
And he smiles with a hand on the pistol
Says, "Yeah! All right! Hey, hey!"
I say Yeah! All right! Hey, hey!

Sitting in his mansion his heart was burning
Sipping brandy while the fireplace crackled
He smashed his glass and yelled, "Saddle up Midnight!
To hell with the humor of her simple minded suitor."
And he's on the run
Horse sweat gleaming in the midnight sun
And much later with the noose around his neck, he says,
"Yeah! All right! Hey, hey!"
I say Yeah! All right! Hey, hey!

Three complete American novels
Get them while they're hot, while something still matters!
Three complete American novels;
Get them while they're hot while something still matters!
Say yeah!

In the cafe, under the table,
A dirty envelope is just bursting with hundreds
He said, "Gringo don't forget whose side you are on."
I said, "Hey, Senor, the sides are all long gone!"
So, here's to the mad, mad days in Havana
When we thought our youth was eternal
And the rebels they were fighting in the mountains
While the mafia was building a gambling palace
And the only thing that mattered was a girl named Maria

I say Yeah! Hey, hey! All right!
I say Yeah! Hey, hey! All right!