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South of the border, hey, I know a lad, |
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He's got more fun than anybody's had, |
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Don't got no worry, don't got no dough, |
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Everybody's wondering 'bout Mexican Joe. |
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In old Mexico, they call him the Rhumba King, |
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Leads all the women around on a string, |
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When they go out, they get a million thrills, |
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But the lovely senoritas wind up with the bills. |
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Dancin', romancin', |
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Always on the go, |
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Sun shinin' down on Mexican Joe |
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He makes the night spots all along the bay, |
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People want to see him when he comes their way, |
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He spreads so much joy everywhere he goes, |
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Everyone shouts "Viva la Mexican Joe." |
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He likes to gamble, at poker he's an ace, |
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He's always lucky with the cards that got a face, |
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At winning the money, he is sure a whiz, |
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But when they win they don't collect |
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'cause they don't know where he is. |
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Dancin', romancin', |
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Always on the go, |
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Sun shinin' down on Mexican Joe |
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He don't no income tax 'cause he don't got no dough, |
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Still he gets along just fine, how we'll never know, |
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He's got everything he wants, a girl, a drink, a song, |
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If we use his formula, we surely can't go wrong. |
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His favorite playground is anywhere there's girls, |
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He's got that somethin' that sets their hearts a-whirl, |
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It couldn't be his money 'cause he ain't got a peso, |
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But when he wants a kiss all he's got to do is say so |
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Dancin', romancin', |
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Always on the go, |
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Sun shinin' down on Mexican Joe |
