From the album mellow yellow



The sun was going down behind a tattooed tree

And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the sea

And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity

As I dug you diggin' me in Mexico.

There in the valley of Scorpio, beneath the cross of jade

Smoking on the seashell pipe the gypsies had made

We sat and we dreamed a while of smugglers bringing wine

In that crystal thought time in Mexico.

Sitting in a chair of bamboo, sipping grenadine,

Straining my eyes for a surfacing submarine.

Kingdoms of ants walk across my feet,

I'm a-shakin' in my seat in Mexico.

Grasshoppers creaking in the velvet jungle night,

Microscopic circles in the fluid of my sight,

Watching a black-eyed native girl cut and trim the lamp,

Valentino vamp in Mexico.

The sun was going down behind a tattooed tree

And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the sea

And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity

I dug you diggin' me in Mexico.