Playboys of the Southwestern World

This is a song about best friends

John Roy was a boy I knew

Since he was three and I was two

Grew up two little houses down from me

The only two bad apples

On our family tree

Kind of ripened and rotted

In our puberty

Two kindred spirits bound by destiny

Well now, I was smart

But I lacked ambition

Johnny was wild with no inhibition

Was about like mixin' fire and gasoline

And he'd say

Hey, Romeo

Let's go down to Mexico

Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly

Show them Mexican girls

A couple of real hillbillies

Got a pocket full of cash

And that old Ford truck

A fuzzy cat hangin'

From the mirror for luck

Said, don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls

Want playboys of the southwestern world

Long around our eighteenth year

We found two airplane tickets

The hell out of here

Got scholarships to some small town school in Texas

We learned to drink Sangria

'Til the dawns early light

Eat eggs Ranchero

And throw up all night

And tell those daddy's girls

We were majoring in a rodeo

Ah, but my

Favorite memory at school that fall

Was the night John Roy came runnin' down the hall

Wearin nothin' but cowboy boots

And a big sombrero

And he was yellin',

Hey, Romeo

Let's go down to Mexico

Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly

Show them Mexican girls

A couple of real hillbillies

Got a pocket full of cash

And that old Ford truck

A fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck

Said don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls

Want playboys of the southwestern world

And I said

We had a little change in plans

Like when Paul McCartney

Got busted in Japan

And I said we got waylaid

When we laid foot on Mexican soil

See the boarder guard

With the Fu Manchu mustache

Kind of stumbled on John's

Pocket full of American cash

He said

Doin' a little funny business

In Mexico, Amigo

But all I could think about

Was savin' my own tail

When he mentioned ten years

In a Mexican jail

So I pointed to John Roy and said

It's all his now please let me go

Well, it was your idea genius

I was just layin' there in bed

When you said

Hey, Romeo

Let's go down to Mexico

Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly

Show them Mexican girls

A couple of real hillbillies

Got a pocket full of cash

And that old Ford truck

A fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck

Said don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls

Want playboys of the southwestern world.

Ah, we're still best friends

Temporary cell-mates