Una Mas Cerveza

Was down in Mexico where I had roamed
 Not too much Spanish by then had I known
 I found myself in a terrible mess
 There were ten bad banditos, one gringo to rich
 I was surrounded, nowhere could I run
 They had los pistols and I had no gun
 I searched my memory for something to say
 I had to think quick, this could be my last day
 Una mas cerveza, una mas cerveza
 Una mas cerveza was all I could say
 Una mas cerveza, una mas cerveza
 Una mas cerveza, just let me go my way
 I saw a cantina, so I went inside
 I found a dark corner, a good place to hide
 I was no safer when I looked around
 Not una mas gringo was there to be found
 A small crowd had gathered around to my chair
 "Los Puercos Prohbidos" they pointed and stared
 They gave me a guitar but what could I say
 Oh yes, I remember one Mexican phrase