Quiscaloro... Quiscaloro

To gather some fun, an old lady invited me
She had two cute girls, and I was into it

We headed out in the afternoon, following her lead
The three were up front, and I was trailing behind

The old lady was sly when one of them got left behind
She started yelling in a panic, the mother who got tossed

Quiscaloro, quiscaloro, that time has come and gone
I quickly forgot the old lady, but not the girls

In an iron pot, she prepared some syrup
The girls were peeling while I fanned the flames

The old lady went for firewood, one went for water
The other slipped into the cabin, who knows what for

The old lady, very sharp, punished both of them
And then one by one, she consoled me

Quiscaloro, quiscaloro, that time has come and gone
I quickly forgot the old lady, but not the girls