[Intro – Twangy Telecaster / Accordion] ¡Ay, ay, ay! Mira quién está bailando! I didn't know Chica Tita could dance! ¡Échale, muchacha! [Verse 1 – Country Male Vocal] I walked into the cantina Just to have myself a beer There she was beside the jukebox Like she hadn't seen me in a year She was wearing red zapatos With a flower in her hair I said, “Buenas noches, Chica” She just smiled and left me there Then the accordion started playing And the whole room came alive She kicked off those little zapatos And she showed us how to jive! [Pre-Chorus – Accordion / Call and Response] I said, “Chica, ¿qué te pasa?” She said, “Mira, vas a ver!” I said, “Girl, you better slow down!” She said, “¡No, compadre, vámonos!" [Chorus – Full Country-Tex-Mex Groove] I didn't know Chica Tita could dance! ¡Mira cómo mueve los pies! I thought she came to drink a little Now she's got the whole place on its feet! I didn't know Chica Tita had moves! ¡Ay, qué barbaridad! She spun me round, she dipped me low ¡Y no me quería soltar! ¡Ay, ay, ay! ¡Baila, Chica, baila! I didn't know Chica Tita could dance! [Accordion Solo / Mexican Gritos] ¡Eso! ¡Échale ganas! ¡Ay, [Verse 2 – Playful Country Storytelling] Now the fellas gathered round her And the ladies joined the line Even old Don Pedro dropped his hat And started keeping time She was twirling like a Texas tornado With a laugh that filled the room I was trying to keep my balance While she danced around my boots [Pre-Chorus – Building Drums / Accordion] She said, “No tengas miedo!” I said, “I'm doing the best I can!” She said, “¡Muévete, muchacho!” And she grabbed me by the hand! [Chorus – Bigger Harmonies] I didn't know Chica Tita could dance! ¡Mira cómo mueve los pies! I thought she came to drink a little Now she's got the whole place on its feet! I didn't know Chica Tita had moves! ¡Ay, qué barbaridad! She spun me round, she dipped me low ¡Y no me quería soltar! ¡Ay, ay, ay! ¡Baila, Chica, baila! I didn't know Chica Tita could dance! [Instrumental Break – Accordion vs. Telecaster] [Accordion fires off a rapid melody • Telecaster answers with sharp country licks • fiddle joins • bass and drums drive the shuffle] ¡Vámonos! [Bridge – Half-Time / Spoken-Sung] Now my boots are getting tired And my knees are feeling old But Chica keeps on laughing Saying, “¡Todavía tienes que bailar!” I said, “Señorita, ¡ten piedad! Girl, have mercy on me!” She said, “You wanted to dance, amigo…” “Now dance until you're free!” [Final Chorus – Full Band / Gritos] I didn't know Chica Tita could dance! ¡Mira cómo mueve los pies! She's got the whole cantina jumping And I ain't going home just yet! I didn't know Chica Tita had moves! ¡Ay, qué barbaridad! She stole my heart, she stole my hat ¡Y hasta mi dignidad! I didn't know! ¡No sabía! I didn't know Chica Tita could dance! ¡Ay, ay, ay! ¡Baila, Chica Tita, baila! [Outro – Accordion / Telecaster Fade] I came in for a beer And left without my hat. ¡Adiós, muchachos! And next Saturday… I'm bringing better boots!
