A sombrero's a kind of a hat
You can wear whether skinny or fat.
Get a nice one somewhere
They sell Mexican flair;
You can't ask for better than that.

or

Now, where did I leave my sombrero?
I've absently put it somewhere. OH!
I remember tequila
And a fast-handed dealah –
It was lost in a rigged game of faro.

or

The gunman pushed back his sombrero.
His cold eyes froze me to the marrow.
His aim was somewhere
'Tween my nose and my hair…
But I'm bald! Now he lies in a barrow.

ROBIN – ROCOCO