Across the alley from the Alamo
Who sang a sort of Indian Hi-de-ho
To the people passing by
The pinto spent his time a-swhishin' flies
And very rarely did they ever rest their eyes
On the people passing by
One day they went a walkin'
Along the railroad track
They were swishin' not lookin'
Toot! Toot! They never came back
Across the alley from the Alamo
When the summer sun decides to settle low
A fly sings an Indian Hi-de-ho
To the people passing by
Across the alley from the Alamo
Who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough
For the people passing by
They tho't that they would make some easy bucks
If they're washin' their frijoles in Duz and Lux
A pair of very conscientious clucks
To the people passing by
Then they took this cheap vacation
Their shoes were polished bright
No, they never heard the whistle
Toot! Toot! They're clear out of sight
Across the alley from the Alamo
Where the starlight beams its tender, tender glow
The beams go to sleep and there ain't no dough
For the people passing by