In the crystal ball, the gypsy sees the villa
The riders on the hill, the fire in the fields
She sees the mission bell swinging in the silence
Now the shooting starts, the bullets pierce the hearts
The señoritas crying at the well
Up in the Gold Hotel, the money hits the table
The heavies all are there, that's why the deal's goin' down
Beautiful women all dressed in diamonds and sable
Down upon the street, beside a garbage heap
A mariachi band begins to play
Somewhere, a blues guitar plays echoes in the alleyway
The Tijuana dawn claims another day
The golden sun rises on the runway
The pilot understands the money changes hands
Inside the jet, the briefcase snaps
Goodbye
In Eldorado town, there lives a great bullfighter
His eyes are screaming blue, his hair is red as blood
And when the gate goes up, the crowd gets so excited
And he comes dancin' out, dressed in gold lamé
He kills the bull and lives another day
