Up all day, a-thinkin' like crazy I can't get sleep, I'm tired of waiting Along come a bus with a bunk fulla babies It pulled away, and nobody's waving
C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart
We die, muchacho, vamonos
I'm goin' down to Mexico
I'm goin' down to Mexico Down to Mexico, oh I'm going down to Mexico Down to Mexico, oh
We banditos Cheap gold sheep's wool Six-pack of Keystone Lookin' like street folk We don't need no Power to the people Heatstroke, chico One, two, three, four
We banditos Six-pack of Keystone Smellin' like street folk Keen-o, chico I can see so Good, I think it's heatstroke Outside, inline At the bus depot
We die, muchachos, vamamos
I'm goin' down to Mexico
I'm goin' down to Mexico Down to Mexico, oh I'm goin' down Mexico Down to Mexico, oh
Up all day, a-thinkin' like crazy I can't get sleep, I'm tired of waiting Along come a bus with a bunk fulla babies It pulled and nobody's waving
C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart
We die, muchacho, vamamos I'm goin' down to Mexico
I'm goin' down to Mexico Down to Mexico, oh I'm goin' down to Mexico Down to Mexico, oh
We banditos Cheap gold sheep's wool Six-pack of Keystone Lookin' like street folk We don't need no Power to the people Heatstroke, chico One, two, three, four
We banditos Six-pack of Keystone Smellin' like street folk Keen-o, chico I can see so Good, I think it's heatstroke Outside, inline At the bus depot