Mexico City Blues

south of the border
the first time i played there
the sun was chile hot
drank that dos xx beer
as she made her entrance
how her perfect hips did sway
when she walked up to me
and asked me please
«señor, can you play?
the mexico city
the mexico city blues
the mexico city
mexico city blues»
dancing up a storm
she was blowing me a kiss
how she smiled at me
while i worked my frets
the waiter kept on pouring
tequila from his loaded tray
and as he winked at me
i heard him say
«por favor, please play
the mexico city
the mexico city blues
the mexico city
mexico city blues»
it was getting late
i saw her getting up to go
i packed up my guitar
and stumbled to the door
but she was with the waiter
laughing as they walked away
and as he turned around
i heard him say
«señor, it’s okay
you got
the mexico city
the mexico city blues
the mexico city
mexico city blues
i got
the mexico city
the mexico city blues
the mexico city
mexico city blues.