By: james taylor
1975
Way down here
Ou need a reason to move
Feel a fool
Running your stateside games
Lose your load
Leave your mind behind
Baby, james

Oooh, mexico
It sounds so simple
I just got to go
The sun's so hot
I forgot to go home
I guess i'll have to go now

Americanos' got the sleepy eyes
But his body's still shakin' like a live wire
Senorita with her eyes on fire
Don't you know

Oooh, mexico
It sounds so sweet
With the sun sinkin' low
The moon's so bright
Likes to light up the night
Make everything alright.

Baby's hungry and the money's all gone
The folks back home
Don't want to talk on the phone
She gets a long letter
And sends back a postcard
Times are hard.

Ooohh, down in mexico
I've never really been
So i don't really know
Oooooh, mexico
I guess i'll have to go now.

Oooh, mexico
I've never really been
But, i'd sure like to go
Whoa, oooh mexico
I guess i'll have to go now.

Talkin' 'bout mexico (mexico)
Little honkeytonk out in mexico (mexico)
South of margaritaville
I've been told

Spoken:
(?)undele, undele, vaminos
Ahh, yeah, let's load this cast of characters
On that boat and head south
Ahh, yeah we got a wind at our back
Smooth sailin' all the way
We got old nordstrom, he's our chef
He's down in that galley cookin' up a
Barometer soup for us
We gotta stop at our offshore bank of bad habits
And make a deposit or a withdrawl
I don't know which one, y'know
We're goin' down to the land of the mayans
Eah, they were here long before the cavemen were
Cavemen in blue jeans
Uhh, excuse me, that's not politically correct
That's cavepersons in blue jeans
Skip wiley and skink, we may run into them
Up to no good down there
Watch out for those barefoot children
Stompin' around in those puddles
Ahh, yeah, and that remittance man
He's just goin' round and round
He may run into 'ol frank bama
Cruisin' around in the hemisphere dancer
I don't know, i might have my long board down there...