Gambo, Gambo, Gambo, Gambo, Did I gamble my Lambo? Gambo, Gambo, Number two, Where are you? When I play chess, I see my opponent mumble, as the position starts to crumble. But I am still humble, because I know everyone can stumble. “¡Gambo, Gambo — número dos!” “¡Ay caramba, baila mambo!” “Did I gamble my Lambo?” “Where are you?” Gambo, Gambo, Gambo, Gambo, I do not like the tango. Let’s dance a crazy fandango. I get the hot potato, you watch and eat a tomato. I have studied the Scandinavian, I find it too Palladian. Where is the thunder that rumbles? “¡Gambo, Gambo — número dos!” “¡Baile mambo, sin descanso!” “No tango!” “Crazy fandango!” “¡Gambo, Gambo — número dos!” “¡Sigue bailando, vámonos!” “Hot potato!” “Eat a tomato!” Gambo, Gambo, Gambo, Gambo, bring me a mango! No capoeira, I prefer the sambo. I’m a funambulist in the Grünfeld. I sing dithyrambs, but I do not grumble. I play gambits, but I’m not a bandit. I can be your pundit. “¡Gambo, Gambo — número dos!” “¡Ay caramba, baila mambo!” “¡Que lo toquen los tambores!” [Lead interjects with:] “Did I gamble my Lambo?” “Gambo number 2 let’s make it true!”
