Knew a Santana
but she knew better than me

She’d rant and rave about the stubborn things that I’d never be

And if I swore
The faces she’d wore
One way or another, she’d
Leave me sore

A fire in the mountain
I don’t think I’d ever sleep

Hey, maybe it’s a message
God never wanted to see

She sent me for flowers
‘Cause she wanted a care

She sent me for flowers
Said “put ’em there”

Ain’t good enough for her
Ain’t good enough
She came a bit a-closer
She liked it rough
With three black eyes, I cry
“How is this all fair!”

Well, my man Horus
Come to help me, mate

Well my man, Horus
Won’t you help me, mate

Horus, we’re a chorus, we’re
Screamin’ loud
Come help me out, come make me proud
I’m tellin’, I’m pleadin’
Get me the hell out of town

I’m tellin’, I’m pleadin’
Get me out of town