(Como est-a usted?)

Last night she bought me some mangoes
I bought her Chinese Won-Ton; we banged a gong
We had apple pies for dessert
There was not much to say—a little play

(Refrain)
Typical banality
Premature obscenity
Absolute profundity
The smiling face of Rita
I would play a roundelay
And she would get so high
Through all the tears and last goodbyes
No permanence would apply

Last night I brought out my bongos
Rhythm tapping on my knee, she sang to me
It was a samba, then a tango
I played and played so fast
My fingers turned to glass (Refrain)

I want to be with you all of my life
Put me to the test and you can be my wife
Share my ice cream—vanilla swirl
Maybe someday in the real-life world

(Repeat Verse 1, then refrain)