Talking 'bout Mexico

Way down here, you need a reason to move.
Feel a fool, running your stateside games.
Lose your load; leave your mind behind, baby James...

Oh, Mexico:
It sounds so simple, I've just got to go.
The sun’s so hot, I forgot to go home;
I guess I’ll have to go now.

Americano got the sleepy eye,
But his body’s still shaking like a live wire;
Sleepy señorita with the eyes on fire.

Oh, Mexico:
It sounds so sweet with the sun sinking low;
Moon’s so bright, like to light up the night...
Make everything all right.

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, sends back a postcard; times are hard.

Oh, down in Mexico:
I've never really been, so I don’t really know.
Oh, Mexico....
I guess I’ll have to go.

Oh, Mexico:
I've never really been, but I’d sure like to go.
Oh, Mexico...
I guess I’ll have to go now.

If you wanna know what I'm talking 'bout, read this. Then this.
If you wanna know more, check back here tomorrow.
If you wanna see for yourself, go here.
If you'd rather hear J.T. talking 'bout Mexico, then by all means, watch this.

But for now: adios, amigos... from the sleepy señora with the eyes on fire.