Way down in Mexicali
There's a crazy little place that I know
Where the drinks are hotter, than the chili sauce
And the boss is a cat named Joe

He wears a red bandana
Plays a blues piana
In a honky tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky tonk, down in Mexico

Well, the first time that I saw him
He was sittin on a piano stool
I said now tell me dad, when does the fun begin
He just winked his eye and said man, be cool

He wears a red bandana
Plays a cool piana
In a honky tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky tonk, down in Mexico

In Mexico
All of a sudden in walks a chick
In Mexico
Joe starts playin on a latin kick
In Mexico
Around her waist she wore three fishnets
In Mexico
She started dancin with the castanets

In Mexico
I didn't know just what to expect
In Mexico
She threw her arms around my neck
In Mexico
We started dancin all around the floor
And then she did a dance I never saw before

So if you're south of the border
I mean down in Mexico
And you wanna get straight
Man, don't hesitate
Just ask for a cat named Joe

He wears a red bandana
Plays a cool piana
In a honky tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky tonk, down in Mexico

He wears a red bandana
Plays a cool piana
In a honky tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky tonk, down in Mexico

Ohhh, ahhh
Ohhh, ahhh
Ohhh, ahhh.
