Mexico

Duration

3:19

Genres

Rock

Lyrics

We heading down south, Tijuana. Boards on the back got Tecate’s full of six pack. Blow through TJ, Ensenada. Papa’s and Beer, gonna party like it’s New Years. Blow the whistle, drink tequila. Shake it up, shake it down. In Mexico… Mexico… Mexico… Mexico…. She’s only 18, but that’s old enough to drink and drink until she gets so f@* up. But where are her friends, nowhere to be found. Lying face first on the ground and then she passes out. Lost control of the situation. Too consumed with consuming, she had too much fun. In Mexico… Mexico… Mexico… Mexico…. We’re running, we’re running, we’re running down to Mexico, Mexico...