[Foreign language]
[Verse 1]
I played a mean fiddle
Been breaking it down ever since I was little
Opera and pearlman honkey tonk violin
Mama took me out so I can take it all in
Abuelita told me never meet them in the middle
It's better in when you're older if you don't learn to settle
Doors are gonna open if you want them to
But you might have to knock em down
[Chorus]
Not everybody is gonna spell your name right honey
Might get it wrong on the grand marquee
You can just sing em a song mia mia
Tell country music where to put a z
[Verse 2]
So when you see me in the elevator second string spectator fiddle in my hand
Don't ask me what I play I play for dj's presidents single mom's immigrants
Dodged a few bullets along the way
Solo duet quartet quinceanera a mom nears chit with a little mascara
Fourteen thousand miles and I'm up in a hat
Oh setting the road on fire
[Chorus]
Not everybody is gonna spell your name right honey
Might get it wrong on the grand marquee
You can just sing em a song mia mia
Tell country music where to put a z
Not everybody is gonna spell your name right honey
Might get it wrong on the grand marquee
You can just sing em a song mia mia
Tell country music where to put a z