[Verse] Every latin has a temper Latin's have no brain And they quarrel as they walk in Latin's lover lane So before you lose your temper Listen little senorita And i'll tell to you the story Of pepito and pepita She could shake the maracas He could play the guitar But he lived in havana And she down to rio del mar And she shook the maracas In a portuguese bar While he strummed in havana The distance between them was far By and by He got a job with a band in harlem She got a job with a band in harlem Ay! Ay! Ay! He said, "i'm the attraction" She said, "i'm the star" But they finally married And now see how happy they are So shake your maracas Play your guitar!