Mexico

Way down here, you need a reason to move

Feel a fool running your stateside games

Lose your load, leave your mind behind

Baby, James

Oh, 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

Americano's got the sleepy eyes

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

Senorita with her eyes on fire

Don't you know

Oh, Mexico

It sounds so sweet with the sun sinkin' low

The moon 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

Oh, down in Mexico

I've never really been, so I don't really know

Oh-oh-oh, Mexico

I guess I'll have to go now

Oh, Mexico

I've never really been but I'd sure like to go

Oh-oh-oh, Mexico

I guess I'll have to go now

Talkin' 'bout Mexico (Mexico)

Little honkey tonk down in Mexico

South of Margaritaville, I've been told

Andale, Andale, vamonos

Oh, yeah, let's load this cast of characters on that boat and head south

Oh, 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 withdrawal

I don't know which one, y'know?

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

Yeah, they were here long before the cavemen were

Cavemen in blue jeans, oh, excuse me, that's not Politically Correct

That's cave persons 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

Oh, 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