Down in Mexico (Re-Recording) - The Coasters

Down in Mexicali

There’s a crazy little place that I know

Where the drinks are hotter than the chili sauce

And the boss is a cat named Joe

He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna [this is the way he pronounces

it;

to rhyme with «bandana"]

In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico

He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache

In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico

Well, the first time that I saw him

He was sittin’on a piano stool

I said «Tell me dad, when does the fun begin?»

He just winked his eye and said «Man, be cool.»

He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna

In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico

He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache

In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico

All of a sudden in walks this chick

Joe starts playing on a Latin kick

Around her waist she wore three fishnets

She started dancin’with the castanets

I didn’t know just what to expect

She threw her arms around my neck

We started dancin’all around the floor

And then she did a dance I never saw before.

So if you’re south of the border

I mean down in Mexico

And you wanna get straight,

Man, don’t hesitate

Just look up a cat named Joe.

He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna

In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico

He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache

In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico

Yeah, como est usted senorita

Come with me to the border, south of the border, that is In Mexico, yeah in Mexico

You can get your kicks in Mexico

Come with me baby, come with me, come with me, crazy, yeah