Lyrics

I must look a mess I must admit
But I have been traveling quite a bit, how long now?
South of the border where the law and order
Is kept by Federales who just grin
And tell you they just want to be your friend
They tell you they just want to be your friend
I left for Tampico last July
I jumped off that boat I almost died

There to greet us were pretty senioritas (Good God!)
I swore that I would not go home with them
All those lovely ladies were my friends
You know those sweet chiquitas they don’t pretend
Como esta, Senorita?

That is all I really want to say
I was thrown out of Atlanta yesterday
You see I was drinkin’ doubles
Causin’ lots of trouble
When the man looked in the window of the bar and he grinned
He said if you come back we just may not be your friend
I don’t want to see your ass ’round here again
Look’s like those Werewolves from Buckhead again