(Uno, dos, trés)
Acapulco sun,
Leaving work undone,
Dream about the nighttime till she comes.
She'll take my hand and walk with me,
Down along the sea,
Hear the pretty song she sings for free.
(Ahh-la-la-la-la-la, Ahh-la-la-la-la-la)
She's singing me songs of love so sweet,
And the words she's saying are so simple and complete:
"I love you, truly, do."
Acapulco sun,
Tells me she's the one,
Dream about the sunset till she comes.
She'll take my hand and walk with me,
Down along the sea,
Hear the pretty song she sings for free.
(Ahh-la-la-la-la-la, Ahh-la-la-la-la-la)
She's singing me songs of love so sweet,
And the words she's saying are so simple and complete:
"I love you, truly, do."
Acapulco sun,
Leaving work undone,
Dream about the nighttime till she comes.
(Ahh-la-la-la-la-la, Ahh-la-la-la-la-la)
(Ahh-la-la-la-la-la, Ahh-la-la-la-la-la)
(Ahh-la-la-la-la-la, Ahh-la-la-la-la-la)
(Repeat & Fade)