Dirty Sanchez Songtext
von Ghoultown

You better hide your women ′cause he's riding 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
Ha!

He packs a .45, it′s long and lean and mean
He's got the spit of snuff drooling from his teeth
You bet your bottom dollar he's your back door man
They call him Dirty Sanchez, if he knocks, don′t let him in

Dirty Sanchez
Dirty Sanchez
Dirty Sanchez


One day in Monterey he met a butcher′s wife
She loved chorizo all loaded with spice
Sanchez met her once and he slipped into the back
Like good old Lizzie Borden, gave her forty fucking whacks
Baby, baby, it's your lucky day
He′ll work with you like an artist works with clay

Dirty Sanchez
Dirty Sanchez
Dirty Sanchez
Dirty Sanchez

His father was a painter and his mother was a whore
He has 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
Sorrow mutes his sword for doing wretched deeds
He frees simple people by carving out his seed

Dirty Sanchez
No, Dirty Sanchez
Dirty Sanchez
Dirty Sanchez
Alright