Mexico Lyrics
| Song | Mexico |
| Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
| Album | Live in Mansfield, MA |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics：James Taylor Music：James Taylor | |
| 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... |
| Lyrics: James Taylor Music: James Taylor | |
| 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... |
| Lyrics: James Taylor Music: James Taylor | |
| 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... |
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