TODOS LOS AMIGOS            © 1998    by    Myron Schreck

There’s a quiet saloon in the country — just a mile or two out of town — where
The jukebox is old, the cerveza is cold, and the salsa’s the hottest around
Every night of the week it is peaceful — and Old Pablo can nap in his chair
But the place comes alive when it’s Saturday Night and Todos Los Amigos are there

Everybody dance — dance – dance       Everybody dance – all around the floor
Everybody dance — dance – dance       Everybody dance ‘til you can’t anymore

Every Saturday night after seven – The musicians play Mexican tunes
And then just about eight — after taking a break –they start to play Rhythm and Blues
Then they set up for Country Line Dancing – Almost everyone crowds on the floor
And then ‘round about ten – it’s Salsa again  – ‘til they Samba their way out the door

Everybody dance — dance – dance       Everybody dance – all around the floor
Everybody dance — dance – dance       Everybody dance ‘til you can’t anymore

You’ll find Pedro at work in the kitchen – slicing onions & garlic so fine
While his sister, Anita, is serving tequila to all of the guys from the mine
And their father Jose’s telling stories ––  about gambling and paying off debts
While his wife, Theodora, is on the dance floor and she’s teaching the very latest steps

Everybody dance — dance – dance       Everybody dance – all around the floor
Everybody dance — dance – dance       Everybody dance ‘til you can’t anymore

Those in Todos Los Amigos have come from afar –
And they play an international repertoire
With a folk song from Chile, a bouree from France,
An old Scottish reel and an Indian chant
For a wedding, they’ll play a concertina.  For St. Patrick’s, they’ll play an Irish flute.
And for every Bar Mitzvah, they play Hava Nagillah, and they sing it in Hebrew to boot.

Everybody dance — dance – dance       Everybody dance – all around the floor
Everybody dance — dance – dance       Everybody dance ‘til you can’t anymore

Colonel Kelly is holding a steak bone – making Bruno, his dog, start to leap
While the Yankovich kids, with a couple of twigs, keep Pablo from falling asleep
Now the band starts to play an old Polka – but they give it a Rock & Roll beat –
And then just to have more fun … they play it like Cajun …
And that’s when Theodora screams  …

Everybody dance — dance – dance       Everybody dance – all around the floor
Everybody dance — dance – dance       Everybody dance ‘til you can’t anymore

There’s a quiet saloon in the country — just a mile or two out of town — where
The jukebox is old, the cerveza is cold, and the salsa’s the hottest around
Doesn’t matter if you are a farmer – if you teach or you own your own ranch
If you work in store or you wash someone’s floor  —  
Doesn’t matter at all when you dance

Everybody dance — dance – dance       Everybody dance – all around the floor
Everybody dance — dance – dance       Everybody dance ‘til you can’t anymore