作曲 : Coty, VanWarmer This is a song about best friends John Roy was a boy I knewSince he was three and I was twoGrew up two little houses down from me The only two bad apples on our family tree Kind of ripened and rotted in our puberty Two kindred spirits bound by destiny Well now I was smart but I lacked ambition Johnny was wild with no inhibition Was about like mixin' fire and gasoline And he'd say"Hey Romeo let's go down to MexicoChase senoritas drink ourselves sillyShow them Mexican girls a couple of real hillbillies" Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck Said "Don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls?" Want playboys of the south-western world Long around our eighteenth year We found two airplane tickets the hell out of here Got scholarships to some small town school in TexasWe learned to drink Sangria till the dawns early light Eat eggs Ranchero and throw up all night And tell those daddy's girls we were majoring in a rodeo Oh but my favorite memory at school that fall Was the night John Roy came runnin down the hall Wearin' nothin' but cowboy boots and a big sombrero And he was yellin'"Hey Romeo let's go down to MexicoChase senoritas drink ourselves sillyShow them Mexican girls a couple of real hillbillies" Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck Said "Don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls?Want playboys of the south-western world" And I said we had a little change in plans Like when Paul McCartney got busted in JapanAnd I said we got waylaid when we set foot on Mexican soil See the boarder guard with the Fu Manchu mustache Kind of stumbled on John's pocket full of American cash He said "Doin' a little funny business in Mexico Amigo" But all I could think about was savin my own tail When he mentioned ten years in a Mexican jail So I pointed to John Roy and said "It's all hisNow please let me go" Well it was your idea genius I was just layin' there in bed When you said"Hey Romeo let's go down to MexicoChase senoritas drink ourselves sillyShow them Mexican girls a couple of real hillbillies" Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck Said "Don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls?Want playboys of the south, real playboys from the south-western world" Now we're still best friends Temporary cell mates
作曲 : Coty, VanWarmer This is a song about best friends John Roy was a boy I knewSince he was three and I was twoGrew up two little houses down from me The only two bad apples on our family tree Kind of ripened and rotted in our puberty Two kindred spirits bound by destiny Well now I was smart but I lacked ambition Johnny was wild with no inhibition Was about like mixin' fire and gasoline And he'd say"Hey Romeo let's go down to MexicoChase senoritas drink ourselves sillyShow them Mexican girls a couple of real hillbillies" Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck Said "Don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls?" Want playboys of the south-western world Long around our eighteenth year We found two airplane tickets the hell out of here Got scholarships to some small town school in TexasWe learned to drink Sangria till the dawns early light Eat eggs Ranchero and throw up all night And tell those daddy's girls we were majoring in a rodeo Oh but my favorite memory at school that fall Was the night John Roy came runnin down the hall Wearin' nothin' but cowboy boots and a big sombrero And he was yellin'"Hey Romeo let's go down to MexicoChase senoritas drink ourselves sillyShow them Mexican girls a couple of real hillbillies" Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck Said "Don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls?Want playboys of the south-western world" And I said we had a little change in plans Like when Paul McCartney got busted in JapanAnd I said we got waylaid when we set foot on Mexican soil See the boarder guard with the Fu Manchu mustache Kind of stumbled on John's pocket full of American cash He said "Doin' a little funny business in Mexico Amigo" But all I could think about was savin my own tail When he mentioned ten years in a Mexican jail So I pointed to John Roy and said "It's all hisNow please let me go" Well it was your idea genius I was just layin' there in bed When you said"Hey Romeo let's go down to MexicoChase senoritas drink ourselves sillyShow them Mexican girls a couple of real hillbillies" Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck Said "Don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls?Want playboys of the south, real playboys from the south-western world" Now we're still best friends Temporary cell mates
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