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, 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   Little honkey tonk out 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