Posted by Anonymous on 2019/01/31 under Life Down in Mexicali He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna [this is the way he pronounces Well, the first time that I saw him He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna All of a sudden in walks this chick So if you're south of the border He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna
There's a crazy little place that I know
Where the drinks are hotter than the chili sauce
And the boss is a cat named Joe
It; to rhyme with "bandana"]
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He was sittin' on a piano stool
I said "Tell me dad, when does the fun begin?"
He just winked his eye and said "Man, be cool."
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
Joe starts playing on a Latin kick
Around her waist she wore three fishnets
She started dancin' with the castanets
I didn't know just what to expect
She threw her arms around my neck
We started dancin' all around the floor
And then she did a dance I never saw before.
I mean down in Mexico
And you want to get straight,
Man, don't hesitate
Just look up a cat named Joe.
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
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hehe nice