| I'm going down to Rose Marie's | |
| She never does me wrong | |
| She puts it to me plain as day | |
| And gives it to me for a song | |
| It's a wicked life but what the hell | |
| How everybody's got to eat | |
| And I'm just the same as anyone else | |
| When it comes to scratching for my meat | |
| Goin' to Acapulco, goin' on the run | |
| Goin' down to see some girl | |
| Goin' to have some fun, yeah | |
| Goin' to have some fun | |
| Now whenever I get up | |
| And can't find what I need | |
| I just make it down to Rose Marie's | |
| And get something quick to eat | |
| It's not about way to make a living | |
| And I ain't complanin' none | |
| But I can plough my plum and drink my rum | |
| And then go on home and have my fun | |
| Goin' to Acapulco, goin' on the run | |
| Goin' down to see some girl | |
| Goin' to have some fun, yeah | |
| Goin' to have some fun | |
| Now, if someone offers me a joke | |
| I just say, "No thanks" | |
| I try to tell it like it is | |
| And keep away from pranks | |
| Well, other time you know when the well breaks down | |
| I just go pump on it some | |
| Rose Marie, she likes to go to big places | |
| And just sit there waitin' for me to come | |
| Goin' to Acapulco, goin' on the run | |
| Goin' down to see some girl | |
| Goin' to have some fun, yeah | |
| Goin' to have some fun |