Ay Papacito

I was driving down the road
that leads to Siboney.
And a sincere girl
with such good manners.
We said, "Hey partner,
we need your help."
And mounted on her horse
she replied with a grin.
Chorus:
Oh baby, not like this,
oh, I'm gonna die.
Not like this, my baby,
not like this, or I’ll die.
(chorus)
Ride, white horse,
take me out of this sand.
(chorus)
They're chasing me down
through the land and the sea.
(chorus)
Not like this, my baby,
not like this, or I’ll die.
(chorus)