I, me and Mona over in Arizona
rode around on each our horse
ran into a hipi ( his way of saying Hippie), in the middle of Misisipi (same as for hippie..)
He called himself for “Falcon Priest”

Come back, come home again, you was away for far too, far too long!
Come back, come home again, three morons you are, but besides that quite nice!

Mari La-Paloma, right mother of Mona
She was known from Texas bar
When she once again saw Mona, sister of Pamplona
She understood who the father was

Come back, come home again, you was away for far too, far too long!
Come back, come home again, you both three speed up on your way home!

But when we got back home, we got thrown out again
We was not wanted there
There was new aunts, gangs and drunkards
One of them said “Bang!” with his rifle

Get away, get away, we hope you never ever get back again!
Get away, if not, you all get tossed out again!

Nothing they gave us, no one wanted us
Everything got into a worse mess
He who pretended to be a shooter, was a crazy rider
That rode towards his sunset

Get away, get away, none of you belong here anymore!
Get away, you’re three morons that’s best fitted all alone!

I and me and Mona, knows that Arizona
Greets us like we are
It’s Misisipi with and without hipi
They shoot only with air guns

My home, my home, that sings both I and me and Mona!
My home, my home, we will never again leave Arizona!