Don Caliente,
From the distant places where
Men are men,
And rumored ,the women are also
Women.
And so he has come riding his
Motor scooter with his khaki pants
And thong sandals,
The checkered shirt that drives
Deer wild, and just enough unbuttoned
To see the neanderthal hair below.
He is smooth with the chikas,
The scent of raspberry floats
In the air, his favorite snow cone,
And it drives women wild,
Well the children anyway,
They begin searching for the raspa man.
He is considered a ladies man,
Some call him stalker,
He just likes to be consistent.
Yes Don Caliente,
With his golden smile,
Others argue its yellow tarter,
But still he smiles away!
His metal nerves as he approaches
The married women,
His rubber jaw as he gets knocked
Out by the husbands,
Ay! Don Caliente,
No is never an option!
Smile, its Friday!
