Lyrics by Lorenz Hart, music by Richard Rodgers
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Published October 1939. Introduced by Diosa Costello and Desi Arnaz

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Ev'ry Latin has a temper,
Latins have no brain
And they quarrel as they walk in
Latin's Lover Lane
So before you lose your temper
Listen little señorita,
And I'll tell to you the story
Of Pepito and Pepita


She could Shake the Maracas
He could play the guitar
But he lived in Havana 
And she down to Rio del Mar.
And she shook the maracas
In a Portuguese bar
While he strummed in Havana
the distance between them were far.
By and By
He got a job with a  band in Harlem
She got a job with a  band in Harlem
Ay! Ay! Ay! 

He said I'm the attraction
She said I'm the star
But they finally married 
And now see how happy they are 
So shake your maracas
Play your guitar!
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