Oh, won't you pour me another Tequila, Sheila.
Take off that red satin dress.
I crossed the border, and I beat the dealer,
For all the damned gold in Juarez.
I feel like ol' Pancho Villa, Sheila,
And I got the pesos to spend, yes I do.
So pour me another Tequila, Sheila,
And lay down and love me again.

No, I can't tell you about it.
But don't mind my gun by the bed.
I feel kinda naked without it,
But it eases the fears in my head.
Yeah, pass me the salt and a lemon, ah ha,
Then bend down and blow out the light.
I never have trusted the women, Sheila,
But I'm gonna trust you tonight.

So you can pour me another Tequila, Sheila.
An' I'm gonna put on your red satin dress, yes I am.
You put on my funky ol' britches, yeah,
An' Sheila, I wish you the best.
I feel like ol' Pancho Villa, Sheila,
I need a fast horse and a friend.
So pour me another Tequila, Sheila,
An' I'll ride for the border again.

Hey, pour me another Tequila, Sheila,
An' I'll ride for the border again.