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 !