Down in Mexico
Down in Mexicali
There's a crazy little place that I know
Where the drinks are hotter than the chili sauce
And the boss is a cat named Joe
He wears a red bandana, plays a cold pianna
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
Well, the first time that I saw him
He was sittin' on a piano stool
I said "Tell me man, when does the fun begin?"
He just winked his eye and said "Man, be cool."
He wears a red bandana, plays a cold pianna
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
All of a sudden in walks this chick
Joe starts playing on a Latin kick
Around her waist she wore three fishnets
She started dancin' with the castanets
I didn't know just to what to expect
She threw her arms around my neck
We started dancin' all around the floor
And then she did a dance I never seen before.
So if you're down of the border
I said down in Mexico
And you want to get straight,
Man, don't hesitate
Just look for a cat named Joe.
He wears a red bandana, plays a cold pianna
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
There's a crazy little place that I know
Where the drinks are hotter than the chili sauce
And the boss is a cat named Joe
He wears a red bandana, plays a cold pianna
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
Well, the first time that I saw him
He was sittin' on a piano stool
I said "Tell me man, when does the fun begin?"
He just winked his eye and said "Man, be cool."
He wears a red bandana, plays a cold pianna
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
All of a sudden in walks this chick
Joe starts playing on a Latin kick
Around her waist she wore three fishnets
She started dancin' with the castanets
I didn't know just to what to expect
She threw her arms around my neck
We started dancin' all around the floor
And then she did a dance I never seen before.
So if you're down of the border
I said down in Mexico
And you want to get straight,
Man, don't hesitate
Just look for a cat named Joe.
He wears a red bandana, plays a cold pianna
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
Credits
Writer(s): Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller
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