Mexico

Way down here

Ou need a reason to move

Feel a fool

Running your stateside games

Lose your load

Leave your mind behind

Baby, james

Oooh, mexico

It sounds so simple

I just got to go

The sun's so hot

I forgot to go home

I guess I'll have to go now

Americanos' got the sleepy eyes

But his body's still shakin' like a live wire

Senorita with her eyes on fire

Don't you know

Oooh, mexico

It sounds so sweet

With the sun sinkin' low

The moon's so bright

Likes to light up the night

Make everything alright.

Baby's hungry and the money's all gone

The folks back home

Don't want to talk on the phone

She gets a long letter

And sends back a postcard

Times are hard.

Ooohh, down in mexico

I've never really been

So I don't really know

Oooooh, mexico

I guess I'll have to go now.

Oooh, mexico

I've never really been

But, I'd sure like to go

Whoa, oooh mexico

I guess I'll have to go now.

Talkin' 'bout mexico (mexico)

Little honkeytonk out in mexico (mexico)

South of margaritaville

I've been told

Spoken:

(? )undele, undele, vaminos

Ahh, yeah, let's load this cast of characters

On that boat and head south

Ahh, yeah we got a wind at our back

Smooth sailin' all the way

We got old nordstrom, he's our chef

He's down in that galley cookin' up a

Barometer soup for us

We gotta stop at our offshore bank of bad habits

And make a deposit or a withdrawl

I don't know which one, y'know

We're goin' down to the land of the mayans

Eah, they were here long before the cavemen were

Cavemen in blue jeans

Uhh, excuse me, that's not politically correct

That's cavepersons in blue jeans

Skip wiley and skink, we may run into them

Up to no good down there

Watch out for those barefoot children

Stompin' around in those puddles

Ahh, yeah, and that remittance man

He's just goin' round and round

He may run into 'ol frank bama

Cruisin' around in the hemisphere dancer

I don't know, I might have my long board down there...