Mexican beer on a Sunday afternoon I got no lime and I got no sunshine Under New England skies I was born and raised Raise my glass to the skies to my
women and cheap beer Here?s the keys to my Chevrolet You can have the house and the bills I pay Me, I?m kickin? back in the Mexican shade I?m headed
it hangs like a beer gut Spilling stuff on my shoes Don't get me wrong, I ain't complaining I still got my legs like an old Christmas tree But if I
and the trees how to lean And the shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints Drinkin' 'em down for they sail with the dawn They're bound for the Mexican
the trees how to lean Chorus The shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints Drinkin' em down for they sail with the dawn They're bound for the Mexican
women and cheap beer Here's the keys to my Chevrolet You can have the house and the bills I pay Me, I'm kickin' back in the Mexican shade I'm headed
for food There was a song stuck in your head & it wasn't very good The chorus was lame, it went like "lovers are waterproof" I was staring at the palm trees
