4 acessos
They say don't drink the water
South them border towns
That sun keeps getting hotter
And I need somethin' to cool me down
So I found a cantina
On the edge of a white, sandy beach
Now I'm drinking margaritas
And it's not even three
I'm livin' in a mexicoma
Smellin' that tequilaroma
I don't think I'm ever gonna
Make it back home
Hypnotized by the salt in the air
Senoritas with long, dark hair
Reality's callin', but I don't care
I'm livin' in a mexicoma
I've got sand in my bottle
And I've got sand on my lime
I've got sand in my pockets
And I've got sand where the sun don't shine
Yo no tengo dinero
Se no que ma, por ese peso (?)
I'm not sure when I learned how
To speak espanol
I'm livin' in a mexicoma
Smellin' that tequilaroma
I don't think I'm ever gonna
Make it back home
Hypnotized by the salt in the air
Senoritas with long, dark hair
Reality's callin', but I don't care
I'm livin' in a mexicoma
La la la la la...
I'm livin' in a mexicoma
Smellin' that tequilaroma
I don't think I'm ever gonna
Make it back home
Hypnotized by the salt in the air
Senoritas with long, dark hair
Reality's callin', but I don't care
I'm livin' in a mexicoma