Yolo Uno

Yo, Yolo Uno
 Yo, Yolo Uno
 Yo, Yolo Uno
 Yo, Yolo Uno
 We were drinking the vino or was it sgroppinos? I cannot remember
 After drying the last days and
 Spying the fast ways of a trying December
 Not much a keeper but he was a sleeper, beneath a fountain
 Getting tipsy with gypsies and
 Digging for gold in the Azteca mountains
 Yo, Yolo Uno
 Yo, Yolo Uno
 Yo, Yolo Uno
 Yo, Yolo Uno
 She was a girl from Encino or was it South Reno? I cannot decipher
 But I gave her the drum, and taught her the dance, and she was a lifer
 Telling the future,
 Describing the sutures that I'd get in the morning
 You cannot deflect it, had better accept it, will hit without warning
 Yo, Yolo Uno
 Yo, Yolo Uno
 Yo, Yolo Uno
 Yo, Yolo Uno
 La da da da da da da da da da da da da da...
 Yo, Yolo Uno