Whiskey River

Whiskey River take my mind don't let her memory torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry you're all I've got, take care of me.
Whiskey River take my mind don't let her memory torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry you're all I've got, take care of me.

I'm drowning in a whiskey river bathing my memoried mind in the wetness of its soul.
Feeling the amber current flowing from my mind and warm an empty heart you left so cold. 
Whiskey River take my mind don't let her memory torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry you're all I've got, take care of me.

I'm drowning in a whiskey river bathing my memoried mind in the wetness of its soul.
Feeling the amber current flowing from my mind and warm an empty heart you left so cold. 
Whiskey River take my mind don't let her memory torture me.
Whiskey River don't run dry you're all I've got, take care of me.

Lucifer The Prophecy

I am who through the gales dark flame Divine spreads with the hollow northern bell's deaf agony
Who through dark mountains lights the red dawn's shine fro' sparks of pain and star of lethargy
I king of comets  yet swirls my spirit violent like desert dust a pyramid of wind
I storm of thunders yet more than grave I'm silent hiding my tombs' morbidity within

I rainbow abyss - yet would bewail my sorrow like chilly winds play withered reed on lakes
I glow of aethnas yet through the miry plains mourning and dull as funeral I follow
The oceans play their harps swirl fires of Paradise make the Sun 
My enemy the Sun praise God and rise

Let's Call The Whole Thing Off

Things have come to a pretty pass our romance is growing flat
For you like this and the other while I go for this and that
Goodness knows what the end will be I don't know where I'm at
It looks as if we two will never be one something must be done

You say either and I say either You say neither and I say neither
Either, either, neither, neither let's call the whole thing off
You like potato and I like potahto You like tomato and I like tomahto
Potato, potahto, tomato, tomahto let's call the whole thing off
But if we call the whole thing off then we must part
And if we ever part, then that might break my heart

So if you like pajamas and I like pajamas I'll wear pajamas and give up pajamas
For we know we need each other so we better call the whole thing off
Let's call the whole thing off
You say laughter and I say laughter You say after and I say after
Laughter, laughter, after, after let's call the whole thing off
You like vanilla and I like vanilla You sarsaparilla, and I sarsaparilla
Vanilla, vanella, chocolate, strawberry let's call the whole thing off
But if we call the whole thing off, then we must part
And if we ever part, then that might break my heart

So if you go for oysters and I go for ersters I'll order oysters and cancel the ersters
For we know we need each other so we better call the calling off off
Let's call the whole thing off
I say father, and you say pater I saw mother and you say mater
Pater, mater, uncle, auntie let's call the whole thing off
I like bananas and you like bananas I say Havana and I get Havannah
Bananas, banahnahs, Havana, Havannah go your way, I'll go mine
So if I go for scallops and you go for lobsters so, all right, no contest, we'll order lobster
For we know we need each other so we better call the calling off off
Let's call the whole thing off

Paris Will Always Be Paris

For all this nailing as a precaution transoms to our windows
Giving our shop windows and even the wheels of our cars a coat of blue
Removing paintings from our museums turning the Champs Elysees upside down
Swaddling with beaten earth all the beauties of our statues
Veiling our street lamps at sundown plunging the City of Light into darkness

Paris will always be Paris the most beautiful city in the world
For all the deep darkness around Her sparkle cannot be dulled
Paris will always be Paris the more you subdue her lights
The more you see her courage shine the more you see her wit sparkle
Paris will always be Paris

So that everyone may get used to their noise
You might well play hooters at night
And force us to clown around
While in pyjamas in our cellars
No matter how many decrees
Will cut off our water and even our jazz
Impose gas masks on us
Or do four-square-only crossword puzzles
Make it compulsory for all of us at home
To go to bed at eleven sharp

Paris will always be Paris
The most beautiful city in the world
And when restrictions abound
She gently comes to terms with them
Paris will always be Paris
You might ration her petrol
You won’t lessen her confidence
Her good mood or her spirit
Paris will always be Paris

Even though, upon my word, since last October
Dresses have turned a lot more sober
With fewer flowers and fewer aigrettes
And colours much more subdued
Even though gala dinners have done with
Chinchillas and ermines
Decent jewelry has been conspicuous
Mainly by its absence
And beauty is less showy
Less cheeky less provocative

Paris will always be Paris
The most beautiful city in the world
Even when cannons roar in the distance
Her dress is all the prettier
Paris will always be Paris
You can restrict her expenses
Her distinction her elegance
Become all the more priceless
Paris will always be Paris

My Friend The Rose

A lifetime comes and goes and as my friend the rose said only yesterday
“This morning I was born and baptised in the dawn
I flowered in the dew and life was fresh and new
The sun shone through the cold
And through the day I grew, by night-time I was old”
“At least there’s never been
No, you have never seen, a rose more bright and gay”
A lifetime comes and goes
And as my friend the rose said only yesterday
“The good lord smiled on me, so why then should it be
I feel I’m falling now, oh yes, I’m falling now
My heart no-one can save
My head begins to bow, my feet are in the grave”
The rose God smiled upon
Tomorrow will be gone, forever gone away

A lifetime comes and goes and so my friend the rose was dead at break of day
The moon is shining bright and in my dreams tonight
Beneath the starlit sky, my friend the rose goes by
He has seen my dreams I see
A soul that wouldn’t die, still watching over me
Whatever fortune brings
I’ll hope for better things or life will just be grey
“A lifetime comes and goes”
That’s what my friend the rose said only yesterday.

All The Boys And Girls

All the boys and girls my age walk down the street in pairs
All the boys and girls my age know well what it means to be happy
Eyes in eyes, and hand in hand they fall in love without fear of tomorrow
Yes, but I, I walk the streets alone, the lost soul
Yes, but I, I am alone, because nobody loves me
My days are like my nights in all respects
No joy and such trouble nobody whispers "I love you" in my ear

All the boys and girls my age make projects for the future
All the boys and girls my age know very well what love means
Eyes in eyes, and hand in hand they fall in love without fear of tomorrow
Yes, but I, I walk the streets alone, the lost soul
Yes, but I, I am alone, because nobody loves me
My days are like my nights in all respects
No joy and such trouble when will the sun shine for me?

Like the boys and girls my age will I soon know what love is?
Like the boys and girls my age I wonder when the day comes
 Or the eyes in eyes, hand in hand I will have the happy heart without fear of tomorrow
 The day that I will no longer be a lost soul
The day that I, too, will get someone who loves me

My Baby Just Cares For Me

My baby don't care for shows My baby don't care for clothes My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for cars and races My baby don't care for high-tone places
Liz Taylor is not his style and even Lana Turner's smile is something he can't see
My baby don't care who knows My baby just cares for me

Baby, my baby don't care for shows and he don't even care for clothes He cares for me
My baby don't care For cars and races My baby don't care for He don't care for high-tone places
Liz Taylor is not his style and even Liberace's smile is something he can't see
Is something he can't see I wonder what's wrong with baby
My baby just cares for My baby just cares for My baby just cares for me

Ne Me Quitte Pas

Don't leave me
We must forget
All can be forgotten
That has already passed away
Forget the time
Of misunderstandings
And the time lost
Trying to know "how"
Forget those hours
That sometimes kill
With slaps of "why"
The heart of happiness
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me

I will give to you
Pearls made of rain
From countries
Where it never rains
I will work the land
All my life and beyond
To cover your body
With gold and with light
I will make a land
Where love will be king
Where love will be law
Where you will be queen
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me

Don't leave me
I will invent, for you
Fanciful words
That you'll understand
I will tell you
About those lovers
Who have twice seen 
Their hearts set ablaze
I will tell you
The story of the king
Who died of not having
Ever met you
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me

We've often seen
Fire flowing again
From an ancient volcano
Considered too old
It's said that there are
Fire-scorched lands
That yield more wheat
Than the best April
And when evening comes
With a burning sky
The red and the black--
Are they not joined together?
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me

Don't leave me
I won't cry anymore
I won't talk anymore
I will hide over there
To watch you
Dance and smile
And to hear you
Sing and then laugh
Let me become
The shadow of your shadow
The shadow of your hand
The shadow of your dog
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me

Under the Sun, Exactly

A precise point under the Tropic of Capricorn or of Cancer
Since then, I've forgotten which one under the sun, exactly.
Not by the side, not "anywhere" under the sun, under the sun
Exactly, right underneath.

In what country, in what district was it on the sea coast
Since then, I've forgotten which under the sun, exactly.
Not by the side, not "anywhere" under the sun, under the sun
Exactly, right underneath.

Was it New Mexico towards Cape Horn
Towards Cape Verde was it on an archipelago?
 Under the sun, exactly. not next to it, not "anywhere"
Under the sun, under the sun exactly, right underneath.
Surely it must be an erotic dream that I dream with my eyes open
However, what if it was real under the sun, exactly.
Not by the side, not "anywhere" under the sun, under the sun
Exactly, right underneath.

King Of Fools

No certainly, it is not built,

No certainly, it is not built

On sand, his dynasty,

On sand, his dynasty.

 There is few chances that we

Dethrone the king of fools.

 

He can sleep, this sovereign,

He can sleep, this sovereign,

Like a baby, serene

Like a baby, serene.

 There is few chances that we

Dethrone the king of fools.

 

Me, you , him, her, we, you, them,

Me, you , him, her, we, you, them,

Everybody follows him, docile,

Everybody follows him, docile.

 There is few chances that we

Dethrone the king of fools.

 

It is possible, however,

It is possible, however,

That we depose the shah of Iran,

That we depose the shah of Iran,

 But there is small chances that we

Dethrone the king of fools.

 

That one day we'll say : "It is over",

That one day we'll say : "It is over"

To the little king of Jordan,

To the little king of Jordan,

 But there is small chances that we

Dethrone the king of fools.

 

That in Abyssinie we recuse,

That in Abyssinie we recuse,

The king of kings, the good Negus,

The king of kings, the good Negus,

 But there is small chances that we

Dethrone the king of fools.

For, on the tune of a fandango,

For, on the tune of a fandango,

We send off old Franco,

We send off old Franco, 

But there is few chances that we

Dethrone the king of fools.

For the crown of England,

For the crown of England,

Tonight, tomorrow, rolls on the floor,

Tonight, tomorrow, rolls on the floor,

But there is few chances that we

Dethrone the king of fools.

That, as it happened before,

That, as it happened before,

Marianne to be overthrown

Marianne to be overthrown

But there is few chances that we

Dethrone the king of fools.

Le Gorille

It was through strong iron railings

That the females of the district

Weighed up a strapping gorilla

Unworried what people will say

With no shame, these nosey women

Even goggled one precise spot

Which my mother has quite strictly 

Forbidden me to mention here

Beware of the gorilla !

All at once, the tight-shut prison

In which the fine animal lived

Opens, we don’t know why (I think

They must not have closed the door right)

The ape, coming out of his cage

Said “Today’s the day I lose it”

Talking of his virginity

You have already guessed, I hope

Beware of the gorilla !

The boss of the menagerie

Shouted frantically « Good Heavens ! 

That’s awkward because the gorilla 

Has never known female monkey".

As soon as the feminine mob

Knew that the ape was a virgin

Instead of cashing in on their luck

They ran at full speed on their pins

Beware of the gorilla

The very same ones who, just now

Were wilfully fancying him

Fled, proving that they had hardly

Any consistency of thought.

All the more vain was their fear

As gorillas are quite funky

Superior to man in embraces.

Many women will vouch for that.

Beware of the gorilla

Everyone rushes off from

The attack of the ape on heat

Except one senile lady

And a young judge standing firm.

Seeing all the girls escaping

The beast on four paws went faster

Waddling straight to the two dresses 

Of the old woman and the judge.

Beware of the gorilla

« Ah » sighed the hundred year old  

That I might still be desirable

Would be weird and wonderful 

And, frankly quite unexpected. »

The judge expressionless thought

« For me to be deemed a she-ape

That’s completely impossible »

The next events proved him wrong.

Beware the gorilla !

Suppose one of you men might be,

As the ape was obliged to

Rape a judge or very old lady 

Which would he choose of the two

Should a similar alternative

One of these days fall to me

It is the old gran, I’m convinced

Who’ll be the object of my choice.

Beware of the gorilla.

But, sadly, if the gorilla

In games of love earns his rating

We know though that he does not shine

In his taste or his intellect

So, instead of choosing the old gran

As anybody else would have done

He grabbed the judge by the ear

And dragged him into the brushwood.

Beware the gorilla

What follows would be delightful

Unfortunately, I cannot

Tell it and that’s regrettable

That would’ve made us laugh a little

For the judge, at the supreme moment

Yelled out “Mamma!” and cried a lot

Like the man whom, that very day

He had had decapitated.

Beware the gorilla!

Everybody's Got To Learn Sometime

Change your heart, look around you
Change your heart, will astound you
I need your loving like the sunshine
Everybody's got to learn sometime
Everybody's got to learn sometime
Everybody's got to learn sometime

Change your heart, look around you
Change your heart, will astound you
I need your loving like the sunshine
Everybody's got to learn sometime
Everybody's got to learn sometime
Everybody's got to learn sometime

I Belong To Glasgow

I belong to Glasgow, dear old Glasgow town
But something's the matter with Glasgow for it's going round and round
I'm only a common old working chap as anyone here can see
But when I get a couple of drinks on a Saturday Glasgow belongs to me

I've been with a few o' my cronies, one or two pals o' ma ain
We went in a hotel, where we did very well then we came out once again
Then we went into another, that is the reason I'm fu'
We had six deoch an' doruises, then sang a chorus just listen, I'll sing it to you

There's nothing in being teetotal and saving a shilling or two
If your money you spend you've nothing to lend well, that's all the better for you
There's nae harm in taking a drappie, it ends all your trouble and strife
It gives you the feeling that when you get home you don't care a hang for the wife

JOLLY GOOD LUCK TO THE GIRL THAT LOVES A SOLDIER

Find the military man who's really worthy of the name
He's never behind hand when duty's to be done 
He's the fellow you can trust to try and win the game whatever the prize waiting to be won
By Jingo don't the girls know that as well as I do? Isn't the fact made plain every day
When you see them strolling by a soldiers side who could ever be more proud than they?

Jolly good luck to the girl that loves a soldier
Girls - have you been there?
You know we military men always do our duty everywhere
Jolly good luck to the girl that loves a soldier
Real good boys are we
Girls - if you'd like to love a soldier you can all love me.

Don't you think I'm a hero from the wars, because I'm not but nevertheless I've faced powder don't you see
I've been in some engagements, too and some were duced hot, for one of the girls, nearly captured me
Great Scott! When I reflect how nearly I was done for. well I could call myself horrible names
It would have been most unfair to marry one for some other girl had equal claims.

Girls, I want to advise you will you please attend to me?
When choosing a sweetheart, pray choose the proper sort
Don't you have anything to do with men who sail the sea, they're regular flirts wives in every port
You'll never find a soldier act in such a way I think to be hard on him's nothing but cheek
Perhaps you won't believe what I'm about to say I was true to one girl all last week.

I’VE TOLD HIS MISSUS ALL ABOUT HIM

You've heard me tell the story how I waited at the church
And how the wretched bounder went and left me in the lurch
The way he made me spend my cash on all my twiddley bits
But what I haven't told you is the way that I got quits
I found out where his missus lives, and to myself, I think
I'll just go round to say to Mrs Obadiah Binks.

I'm the girl he left in the lurch
I'm the girl who was waiting at the church
But I've got another fellow in my eye
So I'm all right without him
I found out where his wife was hid. Told her all he said
Told her all he did
There's a very dark night in front of him
For I told his missus all about him.

She sympathised with me, she did, as any woman might
She said 'Yes he's been courting you, but I'm the one he's caught
Only wait till he comes home, when the lights are low and dim
I'll give him 'Wife won't let me' when I lay my hands on him'
Before we parted, she showed me her twins so large and fine
I said 'I've been unlucky, or they might have both been mine.

I'M HENERY THE EIGHTH, I AM

You don't know who you're looking at now have a look at me
I'm a bit of a nob I am belong to Royalty
I'll tell you how it came about I married widow Burch
And I was King of England when I toddled out of church
Outside the people started shouting, “Hip hooray”
Said I, “Get down upon your knees its Coronation Day.

I'm Henery the eighth I am, Henery the eighth I am, I am
I got married to the widow next door
She's been married seven times before
Everyone was a Henery she wouldn't have a Willie or a Sam
I'm her eighth old man named Henry, I'm Henery the eighth I am.”

I left the Duke of Cumberland a pub up in the town
Soon with one or two moochers I was holding up the Crown
I sat upon the bucket that the car men think their own
Surrounded by my subjects I was sitting on the throne
Out came the potman saying, “Go on home to bed”
Said I, “Now say another word and off'll go your head.

Now at the waxworks exhibition not so long ago
I was sitting among the Kings I made a lovely show
To good old Queen Elizabeth I shouted, “Wotcha Liz!”
While people poked my ribs and said, “I wonder who this is?”
One said, “Its Charlie Peace.” and then I got the spike
I shouted, “Show your ignorance!” as waxy as you like.

HOW DARE THEY!

I needn't remark that I'm a swell, and all that
And being a swell, of course I've taken a flat
Now all my neighbours declare I'm stuck up
They pass rude remarks and they call me a pup
How dare they! I say, how dare they?
You can take it from me,
It's a great liberty
How dare they! What's that?
Why, pups live in kennels, not in a flat.

Just because I keep a slave, oh dear
Who looks after me when the wife isn't near?
Brings up my coffee each morning in bed
My pals wink and, by Jove, the things that they've said
How dare they! I say, how dare they!
Say that I cast a slur 
On the girls character
How dare they! What's that?
Why, she was ninety years old when she came to my flat.

I am respected by high and by low
Most of the low are too high, don't you know
Tradesmen keep sending their bills into me
The laundress declares I owe her one and three
How dare she! I say, how dare she!
Say that I've often marched 
Off with linen she's starched
How dare she! What's that?
Why, I've not had a shirt washed for years, the old rat.

I always go first class when I go by rail
I don't take a ticket, that's a detail
And when in the carriage I'm having a snooze
The porters wake me, and rude language they use
How dare they! I say, how dare they!
Pull me out by my feet 
When I'm under the seat
How dare they! What's that?
I pass off as dirt on the London and Chat.

I had a blow out today, bye the bye
Two puffs, an air pudding and half a wind pie
But as I left the cafe, to my great surprise
I was followed by thousands and thousands of flies
How dare they? I say, how dare they?
Followed me from the place, 
Buzzing all round my face
How dare they! What's that?
They can smell the polony  I hid in my hat.

Last year when I went to France for my health
My neighbours all envied me having such wealth
So for spite they sent false reports round to my clubs
To say I was doing time in Wormwood Scrubs
How dare they? I say, how dare they?
Tell my friends at the clubs 
I was in Wormwood Scrubs
How dare they! What's that?
It's a lie. It was Holloway where I was at.

WHY AM I ALWAYS THE BRIDESMAID?

Why am I dressed in these beautiful clothes?
What is the matter with me?
I’ve been a bridesmaid for twenty-two brides
This one’ll make twenty-three
Twenty-two maidens I’ve helped off the shelf
No doubt it seems a bit strange
Being the bridesmaid is no good to me
And I think I could do with a change.

Why am I always the bridesmaid
Never the blushing bride
Ding, Dong, wedding bells
Only ring for other gals
But one fine day
Please let it be soon
I shall wake up in the morning
On my own honeymoon.

Twenty-two times I have been to the church
Following the bride up the aisle
Twenty two maidens have answered I will
Meaning I won’t all the while
Twenty-two couples I’ve seen go away
Just to be on their own
Twenty-two times I’d wished it was me
And gone back home to Mother alone.

I had a good chance a week or two past
And took my young man home to tea
Mother got playful and gave him a pinch
And pinched my fiancée from me
Being a widow she knew what to do
No use for me to complain
Then they got married today if you please
I was only the bridesmaid again.

WHEN I TAKE MY MORNING PROMENADE

Since Mother Eve in the garden long ago
Started the fashion; fashion's been the fashion
She wore a strip that has mystified the priests
Still every season brought a change of green
She'd stare if she came to Town
What would Mother Eve think of my new Parisian gown?

As I take my morning promenade
Quite a fashion card, on the promenade
Now I don't mind nice boys staring hard
If it satisfies their desire
Do you think that my dress is a little bit
Just a little bit - not too much of it?
If it shows my shape just a little bit
That's the little bit the boys admire.

Fancy the girls in the prehistoric days
Had to wear a bearskin to cover up their fair skin
Lately Salome has danced to be sure
Wearing just a row of beads and not much more
Fancy me dressing like that too
I'm sure the “Daily Mirror” man would want an interview

I've heard that grandmothers wore a crinoline
Then came the bustle - Oh wasn't that a tussle
Women were tied up and loaded with dress
But fashion now decrees that she must wear much less
Each year her costume gets more brief
I wonder when we'll be back to the good old-fashioned leaf.

Caledonia

Madonna light, the hyper speeding caressed the newborn with a tear
Of misty windfields, crystal plains and all the magic of daybreak
The virgin dream, a haunting taste of Celtic love joys, warm at court
Withered rivers, painted streams cut deep the sweet vagina

The lords, the monied merchants the feudalistic jester slave
Walk deep between these walls of stone in a fading sky pulsation
Descended veil of resurrection Agricola's granite tomb
The blood of Pict in all its fury died by a thousand eyes

And deadly is the stage which stagnates calm before a raging storm
The hands and nails frozen black by twilight stripped of sinew
Sinew splintered splendor crackled swirling forest castle ride
Funneled through magenta hallways Hell was but the froth

Toth the isis child new as mother's milk had come the magic
Pipes of spice and firefly diamonds of lightning
Lightning diamond festival of dragon fire cricket strings
Leaf percussion, looking glass far beneath the overground man

Rock & Roll Doctor

There was a woman in Georgia, didn't feel just right
She had the fever all day and chills at night
Now things got worse a serious bind at times 
Like this it takes a man with a style I cannot often find
A doctor of the heart and a doctor of mind.

If you like country with a boogie beat, he's the man to meet
If you like the sound of shuffling feet, he can't be beat
If you wanna feel real nice, just ask the rock and roll doctor's advice.

It's just a country town but patients come from Mobile to Moline from miles around
Nagodoches to New Orleans in beat-up old cars or in limousines
To meet the doctor of soul, he's got his very own thing.
Two degrees in be-bop, a PHD in swing
He's the master of rhythm, he's a rock and roll king,

Southern Nights

Southern nights have you ever felt a southern night
Free as a breeze not to mention the trees whistling tunes that you know and love so
Southern nights just as good even when closed your eyes
I apologize to any one who can truly say that he's found a better way

Southern skies have you ever noticed
Southern skies it's precious beauty lies just beyond the eye
It goes running through the soul like the stories told of old

Old man He and his dog that walk the old land every flower touched his cold hand
As he slowly walked by weeping willows would cry for joy joy
Feels so good feels so good it's frightening
Wish I could stop this world from fighting

Mystery like this and many others in the trees
Blow in the night in the southern skies
Southern nights they feel so good it's frightening
Wish I could stop this world from fighting

Across The Borderline

There's a place where I've been told every street is paved with gold and it's just across the borderline 
And when it's time to take your turn here's a lesson that you must learn 
You could lose more than you'll ever hope to find
When you reach the broken promised land and every dream slips through your hands 
Then you'll know that it's too late to change your mind because you've paid the price to come so far 
Just to wind up where you are and you're still just across the borderline

Up and down the Rio Grande a thousand footprints in the sand reveal a secret no one can define 
The river flows on like a breath  in between our life and death 
Tell me who's the next to cross the borderline
In the sad darkness today we have to cross this river which calls us further away
But hope remains when pride is gone and it keeps you moving on calling you across the borderline
When you reach the broken promised land every dream slips through your hands 
And you'll know it's too late to change your mind because you pay the price to come so far 
Just to wind up where you are and you're still just across the borderline 
Now you're still just across the borderline and you're still just across the borderline

Mexican Divorce

Down below El Paso lies Juarez

Mexico is different like a travel folder says

Cross the Rio Grande and you will find

An old adobe house where you leave your past behind

One day married, next day free broken hearts for you and me

Takes no time, and all you to get a Mexican divorce

As I came into this empty house last night looked at all my windows

I did but I couldn't find one light I found you on that road to Mexico

And now, my love, I beg please please, don't go

One day married, next day free broken hearts for you and me

Takes no time, and all you to get a Mexican divorce

Finding love takes so long walking out must be wrong

It's a sin for you to get a Mexican divorce

One day married, next day free broken hearts for you and me

Down In Mexico

Down in Mexicali there's a crazy little place that I know
Where the drinks are hotter than the chili sauce and the boss is a cat named Joe
He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna in a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache in a honky-tonk, down in Mexico

Well, the first time that I saw him he was sitting on a piano stool
I said "Tell me dad, when does the fun begin? He just winked his eye and said "Man, be cool."
He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna in a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache in a honky-tonk, down in Mexico

All of a sudden in walks this chick Joe starts playing on a Latin kick
Around her waist she wore three fishnets she started dancing with the castanets
I didn't know just what to expect she threw her arms around my neck
We started dancing all around the floor and then she did a dance I never saw before.
So if you're south of the border I mean down in Mexico
And you want to get straight don't hesitate just look up a cat named Joe.
He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna in a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache in a honky-tonk, down in Mexico

Como est usted senorita come with me to the border, south of the border, that is in Mexico 
In Mexico you can get your kicks in Mexico come with me come with me, come with me, crazy