Ev'ry Latin has a temper,
   Latin's have no brain
   And they quarrel as they walk in
   Latin's Lover Lane
   So before you lose your temper
   Listen little se¤orita,
   And I'll tell to you the story
   Of Pepito and Pepita
  
   She could Shake the Maracas
   He could play the guitar
   But he lived in Havana
   And she down to Rio del Mar.
   And she shook the maracas
   In a Portuguese bar
   While he strummed in Havana
   The distance between them was far.
   By and by
   He got a job with a band in Harlem
   She got a job with a band in Harlem
   Ay! Ay! Ay!
   He said, "I'm the attraction"
   She said, "I'm the star"
   But they finally married
   And now see how happy they are
   So shake your maracas
   Play your guitar!