[Verse 1]
Lost in the barrio, I walk like an injun
So Carlo won't suspect
That something's wrong here
I dance in place and paint my face
And act like I belong here

[Chorus]
Throw back the little ones
And pan fry the big ones
Use tact, poise, and reason
And gently squeeze them

[Verse 2]
Hot licks and rhetoric
Don't count much for nothing
Be glad if you can use what you borrow
So I pawn my crown for a ride uptown
And buy it back tomorrow

[Chorus]
Throw back the little ones
And pan fry the big ones
Use tact, poise, and reason
And gently squeeze them
[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]
Done like a matador, I pray for the weekend
And hope the little girls still throw roses
Else I'll change my bait and move upstate
Before the season closes

[Chorus]
Throw back the little ones
And pan fry the big ones
Use tact, poise, and reason
And gently squeeze them