Gaucho

Just when I say, "Boy, we can't miss You are golden," then you do this You say this guy is so cool Snapping his fingers like a fool One more expensive kiss-off Who do you think I am? Lord, I know you're a special friend But you don't seem to understand We got heavy rollers, I think you should know Try again tomorrow Can't you see they're laughing at me? Get rid of him I don't care what you do at home Would you care to explain? Who is the gaucho, amigo? Why is he standing in your spangled leather poncho And your elevator shoes? Bodacious cowboys Such as your friend will never be welcome here High in the Custerdome What'd I tell you back down the line? I'll scratch your back, you can scratch mine No, he can't sleep on the floor What do you think I'm yelling for? I'll drop him near the freeway Doesn't he have a home? Lord, I know you're a special friend But you refuse to understand You're a nasty schoolboy with no place to go Try again tomorrow Don't tell me he'll wait in the car Look at you Holding hands with the man from Rio Would you care to explain? Who is the gaucho, amigo? Why is he standing in your spangled leather poncho With the studs that match your eyes? Bodacious cowboys Such as your friend will never be welcome here High in the Custerdome