The headlines screamed that I was still alive
 I couldn't understand it
 I thought I died last night

 Oh I dreamed I'd been in a border town
 In a little cantina that the boys had found
 I was desperate to dance
 Just to dig the local sounds


 When along came a se?orita
 She looked so good that I had to meet her
 I was ready to approach her with my English charm
 When her brass knuckled boyfriend grabbed me my the arm


 And he said grow some funk of your own amigo
 Grow some funk of your own
 We no like to with the gringo fight
 But there might be a death in Mexico tonight
 If you can't grow some funk of your own amigo
 Grow some funk of your own
 Take my advice, take the next flight
 And grow your funk, grow your funk at home


 Well I looked for support from the rest of my friends
 For their vanishing trick they get ten out of ten
 I knelt to pray
 Just to see if he would comprehend