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I just got tired of that same old job, |
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Tired of fightin' that freeway mob. |
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I bet you never thought I'd really go, |
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I'd never get as far as Mexico. |
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But I've even learned to speak the language some, |
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Down on the beach drinkin' coke and rum. |
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You wouldn't know me with this golden glow, |
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Soakin' sun in Mexico. |
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I'm eatin right and I'm livin good, |
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Doin' everything I said I would. |
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I should have left a long time ago, |
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Who needs you? I got Mexico. |
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Through it all nothing's really changed, |
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No matter what honey that's a shame. |
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I still love you that's the way it goes, |
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He's got you, I've got Mexico. |
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But I'm eatin right and I'm livin good, |
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Doin' everything I said I would. |
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I should have left a long time ago, |
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Who needs you? I got Mexico. |
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I'm eatin right and I'm livin good, |
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Doin' everything I said I would. |
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I should have left a long time ago, |
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Who needs you? I got Mexico. |
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I'm eatin right and I'm livin good, |
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Doin' everything I said I would. |
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I should have left a long time ago, |
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Who needs you? I got Mexico. |
