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 se¡èorita,

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 se¡èorita

'Cause only fools are alone on a night like this