Run, run! Flee! Just get away!

pack your diamonds and your gold

cross the Alps, we must be bold

getting hot for real, this place

bullets whiz and grenades bang

they will bust us, we will hang

Gotta get ’em off our tail

they are comin’, there’s no time!

head down the Genoa trail

Alois gonna use his knack

pack the cash into the sack

Branko, Carlos find ’em now!

penejos, bandidos, kill the gringo,

Argentina!

penejos, cabrones, kill the gringo!

Run, run! Flee! Just get away!

pack your diamonds and your gold

cross the Alps, we must be bold

mad dogs always sniff around

our feet burn upon this ground

there ain’t nothin’ for us here

Time to get out of this shit

winnin’ streak is very far

hell awaits with burnin’ tar

Bodo is where they moor ships

signals here getting red

cross the Pond – it’s full ahead!

penejos, bandidos, kill the gringo,

Argentina!

penejos, cabrones, kill the gringo!

The doc has drowned

bad luck – he’s down

that nasty doc has drowned

good luck – unung

Juan’s cool – ain’t no two ways!

he will help us get to where

there is peace, good grub ain’t rare

though they’ll try – cause we ain’t square

they may never fid us there

they may never wack us there

penejos, bandidos, kill the gringo,

Argentina!^[1]