Lock up your shed because Juanito's coming Just crossed over into Mexico Lock up your pigsties and your daughters 'Cause if it moves, you know old Juanito Young ladies, he likes to ravish He knows how to make them wet And if he can't, he know he'll dig himself a hole Or go looking for your favorite pet, ole They call him Juanito the bandito Lock up your things, you'll be robbed They call him Juanito, the randy bandito Oh, how many people have sobbed his name? He wears a soft sun-soaked sombrero A droopy mustache to his chin He will hold up, stab or shoot you So that he can get it in, okay They call him Juanito the bandito Lock up your things, you'll be robbed They call him Juanito, the randy bandito Oh, how many people have sobbed his name? They call him Juanito the bandito Lock up your things, you'll be robbed They call him Juanito, the randy bandito Oh, how many people have sobbed his name? My son, I tell you, don't bother I'm going downtown with the guys, okay?