In Acapulco

Written for: (Billy Rose's) Diamond Horseshoe (1945)
Lyric: Mack Gordon
Music: Harry Warren
Year: 1945
Original publisher: Twentieth Century Music Corporation, rights controlled by Bregman, Vocco & Conn, Inc.

Chorus:

If you're romantic, chum,
Pack up your duds and come
To Acapulco.
You put your cares in hock
And throw away your clock
In Acapulco.
Where you can be as lazy as a daisy drifting in a blue lagoon;
You're wide awake at night, because you do your dreaming in the afternoon.
You'll get a Latin glow
Way down in Mehico,
Below the border.
And in a spot like this,
If you refuse a kiss,
You're out of order.
And when the moon is new,
It's like a honeydew,
Come on and get yourself a slice;
And if you can't say Acapulco,
Then you can call it paradise.

Patter:

When you meet someone you like,
You like to have a conversation;
When you do not understand,
It's such a touchy situation;
But you mustn't let it bother you,
You only have to know:
Chica linda, pretty baby,
Yo te quiero, I adore you;
Yo te quiero, chica linda, muchi-si-si-si-si-mo.
As you're sittin' in the sun,
You sip a pitcher of papaya;
While you listen to a parrot
That they call a papagaya,
And you learn a lot of phrases that are very apropos.
Chica linda, pretty baby,
Dame_un beso, won't you kiss me?
Yo te quiero, chica linda, dame_un beso, dame lo
(Dame_un beso, dame lo).

Half-chorus:

You'll need some new huaraches,
When the mariachis
Start to play there.
And after you depart,
I know your crazy heart
Is gonna stay there.
And if I haven't sold you
With the things I've told you,
Then I must repeat it twice;
That if you can't say Acapulco,
Then you can call it paradise.