Goin' Down to Mexico

I was on my way down to Mexico

There was trouble on the rise

It was nothing more than I left behind

Which was much to my surprise

I turned around and lit a cigarette

Wiped the dust off of my boots

When up ahead, I saw the crowd

I knew it was no use

It's been the same way for oh-so long

It looks like I'm singin' the same old song

A fine and fancy man was he

Doin' good things for the poor

Givin' rides in his Rocket '88 for free

They could not hope for more

When it came my turn, he said to me

"Have I seen your face before?"

I said, "Oh, no, you must be wrong

I'm from a distant shore"

So if you don't mind, I'll just move along

But it looks like I'm singin' the same old song

1940 movie star

With a long forgotten name

She was a sexy mess in her pleated dress

Still hangin' on to fame

With forgotten lines, she missed her cue

And left a glass of wine at home

She was singin' the same song that I was

Could we both be wrong?

So hand in hand we walked along

Each of us singin' the same old song