Tanque-rae, tanque-rae
Tanque, tanque, tanque
Tanque-rae, tanque-rae
Tangue, tanque, tanque...
I got a girl no more than five-foot-four
She say okay, she's my tanque-rae
She don't do nothing 'cept monkey around
She make my spot light up when the sun goes down
Well, she can put-a one over on the meanest of men
You can bend her back over but she'll do it again
Well, you could talk to her mama, talk to her pa
Say, her little bitty baby gone and gone too far
Tanque-rae, tanque-rae, you pretty little thing
Tanque-rae, tanque-rae, you make my whole heart sing
Tanque-rae, tanque-rae, wanna see who'll burn
Anyone who's anybody take their turn, take their turn, take their turn
Tanque-rae, tanque-rae...
