This is a song   About best friends.      John Roy   Was a boy I knew   Since he was three   And I was two   Grew up two little houses   Down from me.      The only two bad apples   On our family tree   Kind of ripened and rotted   In our puberty   Two kindred spirits bound by destiny.      Well now, I was smart   But I lacked ambition   Johnny was wild   With no inhibition   Was about like mixin'   Fire and gasoline.   (And he'd say.)      Hey, Romeo   Let's go down to Mexico   Chase senoritas   Drink ourselves silly   Show them Mexican girls   A couple of real hillbillies.      Got a pocket full of cash   And that old Ford truck   A pussy cat hangin'   From the mirror for luck   Said, don't you know   All those little   Brown-eyed girls   Want playboys of the southwestern world.      --- Instrumental with lala la a ---      Long around   Our eighteenth year   We found two airplane tickets   The hell out of here   Got scholarships   To some small town   School in Texas.      Learned to drink Sangria   'Til the dawns early light   Eat eggs Ranchero   And throw up all night   And tell those daddy's girls   We were majoring in a rodeo.      Ah, but my   Favorite memory   At school that fall   Was the night John Roy   Came runnin' down the hall   Wearin nothin'   But cowboy boots   And a big sombrero.   (And he was yellin',)      Hey, Romeo   Let's go down to Mexico   Chase senoritas   Drink ourselves silly   Show them Mexican girls   A couple of real hillbillies.      Got a pocket full of cash   And that old Ford truck   A fuzzy cat hangin'   From the mirror for luck   Said don't you know   All those little   Brown-eyed girls   Want playboys of the southwestern world.      And I said   We had a little   Change in plans   Like when Paul McCartney   Got busted in Japan   And I said   We got waylayed   When we laid foot   On Mexican soil   See the boarder guard   With the Fu Manchu mustache   Kind of stumbled on John's   Pocket full of American cash.   (He said.)   Doin' a little funny business   In Mexico, Amigo.      But all I could think about   Was savin' my own tail   When he mentioned ten years   In a Mexican jail   So I pointed to John Roy and said   It's all his now please let me go   Well, it was your idea genius   I was just layin' there in bed.   (When you said,)      Hey, Romeo   Let's go down to Mexico   Chase senoritas   Drink ourselves silly   Show them Mexican girls   A couple of real hillbillies.      Got a pocket full of cash   And that old Ford truck   A fuzzy cat hangin'   From the mirror for luck   Said don't you know   All those little   Brown-eyed girls   Want playboys of the southwestern world.      Ah, we're still best friends   Temporary cell-mates...