Martini Cha-Cha

Martini Cha-Cha (Intro) Olé… slow motion radio… Silver shoes in the Mexico glow… (Verse) Pink casino, velvet flame, Everybody dancing with a different name, Rrrreda El Toro, rojo rollin’ low, Señorita loca yelling “dale, vámonos!” Drip-fit L-V with the Jimmy Choo shine, Chrome on the coupe and the moon look fine. Bull in the barrio, burnin’ that cuero, Casa de fuego with the brass and acero, Rrrrumba rhythm make the whole floor quake, Big bad toro make the martinis shake. On-da-lay rápido, roll that “rrrr,” Gold smoke float from the back of the bar, Señor so suave with the silk untucked, Trumpets all savage while the bass stay stuck. Red thick smoke and the velvet go drip, Flamenco fingers on the gold guitar rip, Whistle go wild like a train off track, Brass band blast when the low ride crack. Toro torrential, caliente swing, Silver-tooth smile when the trumpets sing, Casa señorita with the cha-cha flair, Rrrroll that rhythm through the midnight air. Olé, okay, now the whole block sway, Skee-wiff fever in the cabaret, Jimmy Choo step with the slick pompadour, Red El Toro yelling “más, señor!”