I was hangin' 'round in Brooklyn town with a settle-down type girl Her daddy was a diplomat who thought he ruled the world And he was well-connected, he helped me connect the dots He paid me off to leave, and let's just say he paid a lot
I guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me Laid up in the shade of a coconut tree And love said, "Go to hell," but there's somewhere I'd rather be So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
So I took her daddy's money, but I stopped in Vegas first I met a dancer on the strip and fell in love with her We almost tied the knot when Elvis asked, "Any objections?" Her mobster boyfriend busted in with an AK-47
Guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me Laid up in the shade of a coconut tree And love said, "Go to hell," but there's somewhere I'd rather be So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
I made it south of El Paso, met a businesswoman there I knew that she was rich, but how? I didn't care When the cops kicked in the door, they found a suitcase of cocaine She took off with the Federali, and I took all the blame
I guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me From this jail cell, I can't see one coconut tree And love said, "Go to hell," and now I can't ever leave So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me