Perdido (03-25-44) - Ben Webster

Perdido, I look for my heart it’s perdido

I lost it way down in Torido

While chancing a dance fiesta

Bolero, he glanced as I danced the Bolero

He said taking off his sombrero: «Let's meet for a sweet fietsa»

High was the sun when we first came close

Low was the moon when we said adios

Perdido, since then has my heart been perdido

I know I must go to Torido, that yearning to lose perdido

I look for my heart it’s perdido

I lost it way down in Torido

He glanced as I danced the Bolero

He smiled as he tipped his sombrero

High was the moon when we first came close

Low was the moon when we said adios

Since then has my heart been perdido

I must go to Torido, that yearning telude

Perdido oeoeoeoe Perdido oeoeoeoe Perdido

The day the fiesta started

Perdido oeoeoeoe Perdido oeoeoeoe Perdido

That’s when my heart departed

It’s perdido!