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 bandana, plays a blues pianna In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache 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 bandana, plays a blues pianna In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
All of a sudden in walks this chick Joe starts playing on a Latin kick Around her waist she wore three fishnets She started dancin' with the castanets I didn't know just what to expect She threw her arms around my neck 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 Mexico And you wanna get straight, Man, don't hesitate Just look up a cat named Joe.
He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico