Letras: Unknown Artist. Acapulco Gold.

Me and Martha took a honeymoon,
Below the border 'neath the silvery moon,
She was eighteen and I was twenty two,
Now we're just a-doin' what the old folks do

We're goin' south, south, to get that
Acapulco Gold
Ain't nothin' it can't fix, (can't fix)
Old dogs can learn new tricks, (new tricks)
When the streets are lined with bricks
Of Acapulco Gold

We 'bout decided against the whole thing

But then we thought we really ought to swing
Heard that the south land held the keys,
To cure them cotton pickin' sniffles and sneeze

refrain

Zig zag, white or wheat any'll do
Hey diddle diddle twenty three skidoo
Me and Martha sure had fun
Acapulco Gold for everyone!