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I was hangin' 'round in brooklyn town with a settle-down type girl
Her daddy was a diplomat who thought he ruled the world
And he was well-connected, he helped me connect the dots
He paid me off to leave, and let's just say he paid a lot.
I guess it's m-e-x-i-c-o for me
Laid up in the shade of a coconut tree
And love said, 'go to hell,' but there's somewhere I'd rather be
So it's m-e-x-i-c-o for me.
So I took her daddy's money, but I stopped in vegas first
I met a dancer on the strip and fell in love with her
We almost tied the knot when elvis asked, 'any objections?'
Her mobster boyfriend busted in with an ak-47.
Guess it's m-e-x-i-c-o for me
Laid up in the shade of a coconut tree
And love said, 'go to hell,' but there's somewhere I'd rather be
So it's m-e-x-i-c-o for me.
I made it south of el paso, met a businesswoman there
I knew that she was rich, but how, I didn't care
When the cops kicked in the door, they found a suitcase of cocaine
She took off with the federale, and I took all the blame.
I guess it's m-e-x-i-c-o for me
From this jail cell, I can't see one coconut tree
And love said, 'go to hell,' and now I can't ever leave
So it's m-e-x-i-c-o for me
So it's m-e-x-i-c-o for me.
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