The sun was going down behind a tattoo tree And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the sea And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity As I dug you digging me in Mexico
There in the Valley of Scorpio beneath the cross of jade Smoking on a seashell pipe the gypsies had made We sat and we dreamed awhile of smugglers bringing wine That crystal-thought time in Mexico
Sitting in a chair of bamboo sipping grenadine Straining my eyes for a surfacing submarine Kingdoms of ants walk across my feet I'm a-shaking in my seat in Mexico
Grasshoppers creaking in the velvet jungle night Microscopic circles in the fluid of my sight Watching a black-eyed native girl cut and trim the lamp Valentino vamp in Mexico
The sun was going down behind a tattoo tree And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the sea And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity As I dug you digging me in Mexico