What do you think I'm yelling for?

Just when I say
"Boy we can't miss,
you are golden",
then you do this
You say this guy is so cool,
snapping his fingers like a fool
One more expensive kiss-off,
who do you think I am?

Lord I know you're a special friend
but you don't seem to understand
We got heavy rollers,
I think you should know
Try again tomorrow

Can't you see they're laughing at me?
Get rid off him
I don't care what you do at home
Would you care to explain
who is the gaucho amigo
Why is he standing
in your spangled leather poncho
and your elevator shoes
Bodacious cowboys
such as your friend
will never be welcome here,
high in the Custerdome

When I tell you
back down the line
I'll scratch your back,
you can scratch mine
No he can't sleep on the floor,
what do you think I'm yelling for?
I'll drop him near the freeway
Doesn't he have a home?

Lord I know you're a special friend
but you refuse to understand
You're a nasty schoolboy
with no place to go
Try again tomorrow

Don't tell me he'll wait in the car
Look at you,
holding hands with the man from Rio
Would you care to explain
who is the gaucho amigo
Why is he standing
in your spangled leather poncho
with the studs that match your eyes
Bodacious cowboys
such as your friend
will never be welcome here,
high in the Custerdome

Gaucho, de Steely Dan.