Woorden:
Herb Alpert The Tijuana Brass Going Places

We meet and the angels sing The angels sing the sweetest song I've ever heard You speak and the angels sing Or am I breathing music into every word?

Down in old Tijuana town There's this happy honkin' sound, Something you just can't put down It's the world renown Tijuana Taxi cab. So, you're not impressed

The trees join hands and say, "Hello," And suddenly ev'rywhere we go The sun beams through in fun. The leaves form patterns like a heart And