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Here comes another song about Mexico |
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I just can't help myself |
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I lost my old lady |
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Got my lures |
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Got my bobbers |
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Now I'm gonna go |
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Got off in the wrong direction |
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Found a hooker and lost my erection |
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So I had to lie |
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In the letter to the boys back home |
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Now the good guys and the bad guys |
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Never work past noon around here |
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They sit side to side in cantinas |
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Talk to senoritas |
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And drink warm beer |
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Here comes the same old verse about Mexico |
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We just can't help ourselves |
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We lost our old ladies |
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Got our lures |
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Got our bobbers |
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Now we're gonna go |
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Got off in the wrong direction |
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Found some hookers and lost my erections |
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And we had to lie |
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In the letter to the boys back home |
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So the good guys and the bad guys |
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Never work past noon around here |
|
They sit side to side in Cantinas |
|
Talk to senoritas |
|
And drink warm beer |
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So the good guys and the bad guys |
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Never work past noon around here |
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They sit side to side in Cantinas |
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Talk to senoritas |
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And drink warm beer |
