Mexico

Up all day, a-thinkin' like crazy
I can't get sleep, I'm tired of waiting
Along come a bus! Come a bus with a baby
Pick-a-boo all (the) way and nobody's waving

Oba muchacho, vamamos
I'm goin' down to Mexico

(I'm goin' down to Mexico)
(Uh! Uh!)
(I'm goin' down to Mexico)
(Uh! Uh!)
(I'm goin' down to Mexico)
(Uh! Uh!)
(I'm goin' down to Mexico)
(Uh! Uh!)

Banditos
Cheap gold sheep's wool
Six-pack of Keystone
Lookin' like street folk
We don't need no
Power to the people
Heatstroke chico
One, two, three, four

Banditos
Six-pack of Keystone
Smellin' like street folk
Kid no Chico!
I can see so
Good, I think it's heatstroke
Outside, inline
At the bus depot

Oba! muchacho, vamamos
I'm goin' down to Mexico

Up all day, a-thinkin' like crazy
I can't get sleep, I'm tired of waiting
Along come a bus! Come a bus with a baby
Pick-a-boo all (the) way and nobody's waving

Oba! muchacho, vamamos
I'm goin' down to Mexico

Banditos
Cheap gold sheep's wool
Six-pack of Keystone
Lookin' like street folk
We don't need no
Power to the people
Heatstroke chico
One, two, three, four

Banditos
Six-pack of Keystone
Smellin' like street folk
Kid no Chico!
I can see so
Good, I think it's heatstroke
Outside, inline
At the bus depot

(To be alone is to live in a frightening world
A place where fears and insecurities can eat away like acid at the confused mind
There are many such young people today
Afterthoughts of broken homes and selfish, unthinking parents
The young can grow like seeking roots in tortured, twisted ways)