Текст песни Mexico

Up all day, a-thinkin' like crazy I can't get sleep, I'm tired of waiting Along come a bus! Come a bus with a baby Pick-a-boo all (the) way and nobody's waving Oba muchacho, vamamos I'm goin' down to Mexico (I'm goin' down to Mexico) (Uh! Uh!) (I'm goin' down to Mexico) (Uh! Uh!) (I'm goin' down to Mexico) (Uh! Uh!) (I'm goin' down to Mexico) (Uh! Uh!) Banditos Cheap gold sheep's wool Six-pack of Keystone Lookin' like street folk We don't need no Power to the people Heatstroke chico One, two, three, four Banditos Six-pack of Keystone Smellin' like street folk Kid no Chico! I can see so Good, I think it's heatstroke Outside, inline At the bus depot Oba! muchacho, vamamos I'm goin' down to Mexico Up all day, a-thinkin' like crazy I can't get sleep, I'm tired of waiting Along come a bus! Come a bus with a baby Pick-a-boo all (the) way and nobody's waving Oba! muchacho, vamamos I'm goin' down to Mexico Banditos Cheap gold sheep's wool Six-pack of Keystone Lookin' like street folk We don't need no Power to the people Heatstroke chico One, two, three, four Banditos Six-pack of Keystone Smellin' like street folk Kid no Chico! I can see so Good, I think it's heatstroke Outside, inline At the bus depot (To be alone is to live in a frightening world A place where fears and insecurities can eat away like acid at the confused mind There are many such young people today Afterthoughts of broken homes and selfish, unthinking parents The young can grow like seeking roots in tortured, twisted ways)