Down In Mexico - Ray Stevens

Well down in Mexicali

There’s a crazy little place that I know

Where the chicks are hotter than the chili sauce

And the boss is a cat named Joe

He wears a red bandana, plays a cool 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 pianna stool

I said «tell me, dad, when does the fun get had?»

He just winked his eye and said «man, be cool»

He wears a red bandana, plays a cool pianna

(In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico)

He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache

(In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico)

(In Mexico)

All of a sudden in walks a chick

(In Mexico)

Joe starts playing on a Latin kick

(In Mexico)

All she was wearing was three fishnets

(In Mexico)

She started swayin' with her castanets

(In Mexico)

I didn’t know just what to expect

(In Mexico)

She threw her arms all around my neck

(In Mexico)

We started dancin' all around the floor

(In Mexico)

And then she did a dance I never saw before

So if you’re south of the border

I’m talkin' down in Mexico

And you want to get straight

Man, don’t hesitate

Just look up a cat named Joe

He wears a red bandana, plays a cool pianna

(In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico)

He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache

(In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico)

(In Mexico)