Watch out for those barefoot children
I don't know which one, y'know
It sounds so simple, I just got to go
Oh Mexico
And make a deposit or a withdrawal
I've never really been but I'd sure like to go
Stompin' around in those puddles
Oh, yeah, let's load this cast of characters
Yeah, they were here long before the cavemen were
We gotta stop at our offshore Bank of Bad Habits
Cruisin' around in the Hemisphere Dancer
I guess I'll have to go now
We got old Nordstrom, he's our chef
Oh, down in Mexico
Little honkey tonk out in Mexico
South of Margaritaville, I've been told
Talkin' 'bout Mexico
Americano's got the sleepy eyes
Oh, Mexico
Smooth sailin' all the way
Cavemen in blue jeans oh, excuse me, that's not Politically Correct
Baby, James
Times are hard
Senorita with her eyes on fire
Lose your load, leave your mind behind
But his body's still shakin' like a live wire
She gets a long letter and sends back a postcard
I guess I'll have to go now
He may run into 'ol Frank Bama
The moon so bright likes to light up the night
Oh, Mexico
Skip, Wiley and Skink, we may run into them
That's cave persons in blue jeans
The folks back home don't want to talk on the phone
On that boat and head south
I guess I'll have to go now
Up to no good down there
Baby's hungry and the money's all gone
Make everything alright
We're goin' down to the land of the Mayans
Oh, yeah we got a wind at our back
Oh, Mexico
I've never really been, so I don't really know
He's just goin' round and round
He's down in that galley cookin' up a Barometer Soup for us
Oh, Mexico
The sun's so hot, I forgot to go home
It sounds so sweet with the sun sinkin' low
Andale, Andale, vamonos
Oh, yeah, and that remittance man
Don't you know
