Down in Mexico

There’s a little spot in Mexico
Too small to be a village and not large enough to be a town
Joe plays the blues
Joe plays the blues because he needs to Down in Mexicali there’s a crazy little place that I know
Where the drinks are hotter than the chilli sauce
And the boss is a guy named Joe
He wears a red bandana plays a Blues piano
In a little old bar in Mexico
He’s a cool survivor, plays an old synthesiser
And a honky tonk down in Mexico
First time that I saw him, he was sitting on a piano stool
I said «Tell me Joe when does the fun begin»
He just winked his eye and said «Be cool»
He wears a red bandana plays a Blues piano
In a little old bar in Mexico
He’s a cool survivor, plays an old synthesiser
And a honky tonk down in Mexico
Joe plays the blues
Joe plays the blues because he needs to Need is the ultimate monkey at the «Time Out Of Joint Café»
A weird landscape of whacked-out plots
With hi-fi loving farmers who look more like organic ghosts
Being served by misanthropic robots
Joe only plays one song
One continuous vomitific never-ending song
Half spoken in some obsolete vernacular
He tells one long story about a girl
A girl he met down in Mexico
He wears a red bandana plays a Blues piano
In a little old bar in Mexico
He’s a cool survivor, plays an old synthesiser
And a honky tonk down in Mexico
Joe plays the blues
Joe plays the blues because he needs to