You knew we had to come like this, right man too hot in New York man It's too hot in New York man, me
Three nights in Rio De Janeiro no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to my silence Mucho trabajo dinero Means I work hard and I have no
my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach I'm sippin' margaritas as the splash my feet It's too hot in New I had to get away So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach the shade
When I was they called me Robin Hood 'Cos I from the rich and I gave to the poor Went back home, mama on my ass Said, "I'll be if I let you live like that"
Meanwhile next door jumpin' Beatin' on his while the kids were watchin' Later that day we was out on the And fantasize we was out of New York, we up in
Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my Mucho poquito dinero Means I work and I have no money
my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my It's too hot in New I had to get away So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the
I'm in your like your neighbors were Spider man But then I'm in the club I entered the stadium I the vibe like the days of the tribe Before I had the I was servin' the fries
So who better to about a nine-to-five Wakin' up at five with the in my eyes Now my daddy, he can rest in From the of the beast to the sunniest beach, let's go
Three nights in Rio De Janeiro no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police to interrupt my silence trabajo poquito dinero Means I work and I have no money
Playin' my guitar, used to at the stars Prayin' if I ever it, I'm gon' help my family make it From the streets of Brooklyn, to the Jersey shores I'm a on stage and play this guitar till I fall
Santana, let me get help Santana, let me get some
one goes out for those, who work for low income Keep your head up, 'cos if I it, you can make it too one day
Three in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my trabajo poquito dinero Means I work and I have no money
my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach I'm sippin' margaritas as the water my feet It's too hot in New I had to get away So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach the shade
too hot in New York man It's too hot in New man It's too hot in New man too hot, yeah
It's too hot in New man It's too hot in New man too hot in New York man It's too hot,
Yeah, Carlos Santana the Preacher's son the world tour, too hot
You know I ain't leavin' without on this Celia [Incomprehensible] know better, let's go now
Guantanamera, Celia always love ya Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Guantanamera, Celia always miss ya Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos