This song brings to mind two things. First, an image of Robert Mitchum
standing in the doorway of a bar in Tijuana, and Second, a line by
Thomas McGuane, my brother-in-law, from his book, PANAMA,
`The night
wrote a check the morning couldn`t cash.`
- Used by Permission Of Author
Halloween in Tijuana
Full moon in my eyes
I wonder how in the hell I
got here
Without a disguise
Should I take this last step
Or turn
myself around
Or follow my intuition into that border town
Yo quiero
a bailar en Mexico [I want to dance in Mexico]
We do the desperation samba
con nos amigos [...with our friends]
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do
the desperation samba con nos amigos
Pretty girls they beckon
From
their rooms above
Skeletons are dancing
In the name of love
Don`t know where I`m goin`
I don`t like where I`ve been
There
may be no exit
But hell I`m going in
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
I hear the people singing
that same old haunting tune
I drink because I know it`s me against the moon
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos
amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos
amigos
-- Spoken:
`Tss, tss tss`
`Hey, psst amigo!`
Ooh
ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do
the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do
the desperation samba con nos amigos
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