1941 – Juan Tizol / Ervin Drake / Hans Lengsfelder
Perdido, I look for my heart, it’s perdido
I lost it way down in Torito
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 fiesta”
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 Torito
That yearning to lose perdido
I look for my heart it’s perdido
I lost it way down in Torito
He glanced as I danced the bolero
He smiled as he tipped his sombrero