She said, "Oh no, Guadalajara won't do"
And I'm never going back
And I'm never going back
Well I did not think the girl
Well I did not think the girl
Well I did not think the girl
But I can't seem to get to you
To my old school
I'm gonna take her down to Mexico
I'm gonna take her down to Mexico
She said, "Oh no, Guadalajara won't do"
That'll be the day I go back to Annandale
Soon they're gonna be in bloom up in Annandale
In the county jail
I can't stand her
California, tumbles into the sea
And I'm never going back
To my old school
I said, "Oh no, William and Mary won't do"
Well I hear the whistle but I can't go
It was still September
I was smoking with the boys upstairs
Could be so cruel
In a fairy tale
Doing what she did before
When your daddy was quite surprised
Tried to warn you
About Chino and daddy Gee
Could be so cruel
Well I hear the whistle but I can't go
Living like a Gypsy Queen
Oleanders, growing outside her door
To find you with the working girls
Through the US mail
Could be so cruel
When I heard about the whole affair
