When it was earthquake time 
In Mexico City, 
Then my Search dog and I 
Went on mission to Old Mexico. 
Where the sights and the sounds 
And the smells weren't especially pretty, 
We went sniffing through the rubble 
For those passed beyond all Trouble 
To some distant Inferno, 
In Old Mexico. 
The stench of corpses was everywhere;   
And the aftershocks caused us to beware !   
Through buildings , half-collapsed and shaking,  
We searched untill our  backs and souls were aching.  
The Mexicans were kind and brave,  
And grateful for the few that we could save :  
They wept and gave thanks to Virgin Mary,  
Amid the corpses and dysentery.  
But when it's earhquake time 
Along San Andreas,  
Then it's back to Old Mexico City 
That I'd rather go :  
Far away from the Californiaña, 
The looting, and chaos,  
To cadaverine inhalation,  
We'd prefer a calm vacation  
In some Paradisio  
Like Old Mexico. 
 Olé !