It was 3 a.m. got a call from my friends from Tijuana
They said we're down in Mexico, man, you outta go, hop a plane, if you wanna
We've been soaking up the sun, here having fun, hanging out on the beach and drinking
As I packed my bags, couldn't help but laugh as I got to thinking

Can you really be down, in Mexico?
With sweet drinks in hand, girls with cinnamon tans don't mix with tears you know
From Monterry to Tampico Bay, don't matter how far south you go
Can you really be down in Mexico?

So here I am, surrounded by sand and clear water
Watching the sunshine, making tan lines, don't know which is hotter
Mariachi bands don't play the blues and that proves it's the only place
That you can have a broken heart and a smile on your face

Can you really be down, in Mexico?
With sweet drinks in hand, girls with cinnamon tans, don't mix with tears you know
From Monterry to Tampico Bay, don't matter how far south you go
Can you really be down in Mexico?

Oh, from Monterry to Tampico Bay
Don't matter how far south you go
Can you really be down in Mexico?
Can you really be down in Mexico?