Oh Americans dance on a dance floor And the Spaniards, they dance on a table And the Russians, they dance on a saber But the Mexicans dance on their hats Oh they dance on hot coals in Calcutta In Wisconsin they dance on fresh bu*ta, Which they squeeze from one cow or anutta Yes, the Mexicans dance on their hats (Ole!) There are Mexicans dancing on derbies There are Mexicans dancing on caps They just throw their fedoras Wherever the floor is, And start doing horas and taps They won't quit! They go on! It's a Mexican custom, To take hats and bust 'em, By doing a dance thereupon Oh the reason they shot Pancho Villa Was he danced on his mother's mantilla And the message did not reach Garcia He was out somewhere dancing on hats (Ole!) There's a fellow in West Acapulco, The most elegant man you could meet He does sambas on hombergs To tunes of Sig Romberg's, And sometimes the Nutcracker Suite So take care! So beware! Or they'll put castanets on And ruin your Stetson, 'Cause they all think they're Fred Astaire! If you're ever in Mexico proper, And you're wearing a straw hat or topper, When the band starts to play, call a copper, 'Cause by now you should know That they'll grab your chapeau, and they'll stomp till it's flat, And that's that! That's what Mexicans do on your hat (Ole!)