Come on baby don't you wanna go

I could take you there

You could get what you want in the south

You could let down your hair

I said do you don't you will you won't you

Baby won't you please let me know

I ain't talkin' 'bout chicago

I'm talkin' about mexico

Na na na na na

Na na na na na

Makin' a run for mexico

Makin' a run for mexico

Could you

Come on baby cause I got to know

The law is after me

I killed a man in a bar last night

There was no other way it could be

While the air in this joint could be cut with a knife

As the jukebox got rotten selections

Bring a compass and some money for gas

Cause I ain't gonna stop for directions

Not to mexico

Na na na na na

Makin' a run to mexico

Na na na na na

Makin' a run to mexico

Could you

Oh oh

Come on baby don't you wanna go

I gotta get away

And everytime the phone rings

It scares me to death

Saw my face in the paper today

I don't wanna hear the stories

About your mama and papa

No I don't wanna hear you cry

For me there's no second chance right now

It's the f. b. fucking i!

Na na na na na

Na na na na na

Makin' a run to mexico

Na na na na na

Ooh yeah

Makin' a run to mexico

Na na na na na

Makin' a run to mexico

Na na na na na

My life goes on in mexico

Mexico

In mexico

In mexico

In mexico

In mexico

In mexico

Mexico

Yeah

In mexico

In mexico

Mexico

In mexico

In mexico

In mexico