Mexico

Way down here, you need a reason to move
Feelin' blue, runnin' 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

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?

Oh, 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, sends back a postcard
Times are hard

Oh, down in Mexico
I've never really been so I don't really know
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, Mexico
I guess I'll have to go now

Talkin' 'bout Mexico (Mexico)
Little Honky Tonk out in Mexico
South of Margaritaville I've been told

Andale, andale, vamos now
Oh yeah, let's load this cast of characters on that boat and head south
Aw yeah, we got a wind at our back
Smooth sailing all the way
We got ol' Nordstrom, he's our chef
He's down in that galley, cooking up a barometer soup for us
We gotta stop at our offshore bank of bad habits
And make a deposit or withdrawal, I don't know which one, you know?
Going down to the land of the Mayans
Yeah, they were here way before the cave men were
Cave men in blue jeans, uh, excuse me, that's not politically correct
That's cave persons in blue jeans
Skip, Wally and Skig, gonna be runnin' into them, up to no good down there
Watch out for those barefoot children stompin' around in those puddles
Aw yeah, that remittance man, he's just going 'round and 'round
You may run into old Frank Bama, cruisin' around the hemisphere and dancin'
I don't know, I might have my longboard down there