Mexico Daze

 

I woke up on the floor of a Mexican Bar. 

It didn’t make a real good bed.

And too many shots of rot-gut tequila

Left a pounding pain in my head.

With foggy visions of the night before

Tap dancing on my brain

I dropped two coins in the juke box

To hear Prince sing “Purple Rain”.

I was goin’ through a phase. Mexico Daze.

              

I had a Negra Modelo for breakfast

And I stumbled down to the beach.

I had another one there just to try to clear the air. 

Reality seemed a little out of reach.

I saw Calamity Jane. She’d been sleepin’ in the rain. 

She had sand stuck to the side of her face.

I asked her if she’d like to take a walk downtown.  

I had some dreams that I wanted to chase.

High praise for my Mexico Daze.

  

We headed down to Daiquiri Dick’s

For a breakfast burrito and a beer.

The sun was dancing on the ocean

And the sky was crystal clear.

I ran down to the water’s edge.

I held my breath and jumped on in.

Then I threw myself down on that sunbaked sand

And I felt the warmth against my skin.

Soakin’ up rays. Mexico Daze.

 

I hopped a bus up the hill in Jalisco. 

I was just lookin’ for somethin’ to do,

I smoked a little bud on the veranda

And I slammed down a shooter or two.

I got back to town about midnight

And I went straight to Socho’s discotheque.

The party was already started. 

It looked like another train wreck.

Walkin’ into a maze. Mexico Daze.

 

Sittin’ with Ramone in the corner booth,

Maria caught my eye.

She introduced me to a couple of touristas. 

Said they had somethin’ that they wanted to buy.

I told ‘em that I would take a look around

Just to see what I could do.

I sold ‘em a gram and a half for a hundred

And I put the money in my shoe.

Crime pays. Mexico Daze.

 

We went over to Casino Fernando. 

Maria calls it Wonderland.

I saw an open chair at a Hold ‘Em table

And I decided to play a hand.

It was three o’clock in the morning

And the usual crowd was there.

I sat down an’ I ordered a round.

I said, “Let’s get those cards in the air.”

Money plays. Mexico Daze.

 

I woke up on another bar room floor. 

I had sawdust in my hair.

My brain was bleedin’ and my shoe was empty

And Maria wasn’t there.

I had cotton in my mouth and a half-smoked joint

Floatin’ in my stale beer.

I staggered back out into the cold morning air. 

I said there seems to be a pattern here.

Lost in a haze. Mexico Daze.

 

Now I’m straight and I’m sober … most of the time

But the boredom never ends.

I’m just sittin’ on my ass being middle class. 

I pretend I got a lot of good friends.

But late at night in the fading light

I recall another time and place.

An’ I close my eyes and I drift away

With tears on my smilin’ face.

I think I’ll change my ways back to Mexico Daze.

 

Mexico Daze.

 

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