Lost Paraguayos

Darling, I hate to tell you, but I think I'm catching a cold
Put another chair on the fire, bring the bottle over here
I feel I'm getting old
I like your laugh and a hot romance
And a 'orny sense of humor
But if it rains again like it did today
I'm gonna have to leave a little bit sooner

Got to get me some South America sun

Honey, don't even ask me if you can come along
Down at the border, you need to be older
And you sure don't look like my daughter
Your ridiculous age, start a state outrage
And I'll end up in a Mexican jail
Darling, please don't cry, you know I wouldn't tell you no lie

Come over there
Oh my God, don't look now
But it appears to be raining again
Get upstairs, pack my book of prayers
Honey, hurry, I'm catching pneumonia
I gotta move while I'm in the mood
Or I'll disappear into that wall

Darling, please don't curse
It really couldn't be any worse
Say I'm a sun fanatic, but it's dark in your attic
And your cat sleeps over my head

I know I'm not a football star
But I want a little better than that
So, I'm much obliged for the pure white ride
And a cup of tea every morning
I'll say goodbye, look your man in the eye
You know I wouldn't tell you no lie (ha-ha-ha, yeah)

I got to get me South American sun, no-no

No, no-no-no-no

So, after all, I'll see you in the fall
On a brand-new day, brand-new way, no-no

No, no-no-no-no
Goodbye honey, goodbye honey
Goodbye honey, it ain't funny (woo)
No, no-no, goodbye honey, I know it ain't funny
Come on

Writer(s): Rod Stewart, Ronald Wood
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