better hide your women cuz he’s ridin into town

his hair is dark and his skin is saddle brown

he takes to a lady like a tiger by the tail

he commands the badlands and he kicks the dusty trail

he packs a 45 it’s long and lean and mean

he’s got the spit of snuff streamin from his teeth

you bet your bottom dollar he’s your backdoor man

they call him dirty sanchez if he knocks

don’t let him in

chorus:

dirty sanchez

one day in monterrey he met a butcher’s wife

she loved chorizo all loaded with spice

sanchez nodded once and he slipped into the back

like good ol’ lizzy borden gave her 40 f**kin whacks

baby baby it’s your lucky day

he’ll work you over like an artist works with clay

his father was a painter his mother was a whore

he had an eye for art but he’s rotten to the core

some say a twisted picasso, a don juan he ain’t

but he always leaves his mark on his lover’s face

zorro used his sword for doing better deeds

he freed the poor people by carving out his z’s

not dirty sanchez