Ode to Jose the curse of Cuervo, So hard to say no though it gives one the fever, Pretends to be friendly, Then it's all over, over, It's all over, over, Pretends to be fine, Then the curse of Tequila,
It makes me happy, Con Tequila it feels fine, Con Tequila when the doors are opened, And con Tequila when they're calling time, That's the curse of