Текст песни My Mother, For But A Glass Of Crazy Tequilla

A poor man I may be But every man has his price And for my mother I ask but a glass of crazy tequilla The price of my family For a mere glass of crazy tequilla I would part With my mother My mother, for but a glass of crazy tequilla My mother, for a fiery drink My mother, for but a glass of crazy tequilla And no, I won't drink water