Mexico
Way down here, we’ve plenty of reasons to leave.
Need a job? Lots of them waiting up north.
Too much crime? Gang members hanging around at your door.
Oh, Mexico
It sounds so simple, I just got to go.
The sun’s so hot, I just have to move on.
Guess I’ll have to go now.
Stuck in the desert, and my money’s all gone.
Trusted those smugglers, but they were just liars.
No water to drink, and my brain feels like it’s on fire.
Oh, Mexico
I’ve never been away, so I don’t really know.
Oh, Mexico
Why did I have to go?
Parody of “Mexico” by James Taylor.