(Bob Nolan)
Chico, chico rotico,
Little boy, Sonora’s joy, come singing,
Singing songs with a beat slow.
Chico, chico rotico, mine.
Chico, chico rotico,
Nut brown nose, your daddy’s clothes come clinging,
Clinging to you, mi niño.
Chico, chico rotico, mine.
When the shades of nighttime fall,
You’ll hear the sandman call.
Chico, chico rotico,
You may grow but Mexico comes ringing,
Ringing bells where your feet go,
Chico, chico rotico mine.
For permission to record Bob Nolan's music, contact: The Songwriter’s Guild of America