Down In Mexico. - The Coasters

Down in Mexicali

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

He wears a red bandanna, plays a blues piano

In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico

He wears a purple sash and a black mustache

In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico

Well, the first time that I saw him

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»

He wears a red bandanna, plays a blues piano

In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico

He wears a purple sash and a black mustache

In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico

In Mexico

All of a sudden in walks this chick

In Mexico

Joe starts playing on a Latin kick

In Mexico

Around her waist she wore three fishnets

In Mexico

She started dancin' with the castanets

In Mexico

I didn’t know just what to expect

In Mexico

She threw her arms around my neck

In Mexico

We started dancin' all around the floor

And then she did a dance I never saw before

So if you’re south of the border

I mean down in the Mexico

And you wanna get straight, man, don’t hesitate

Just look up a cat named Joe

He wears a red bandanna, plays a blues piano

In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico

He wears a purple sash, and a black mustache

In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico

Yeah, como est usted senorita

Come with me to the border

South of the border, that is

In Mexico, yeah in Mexico

You can get your kicks in Mexico

Come with me, baby, come with me

Come with me, crazy, yeah