Pack my bagsDon't be too slowI should have quit you babyA long time agoLeft you flatAnd split for Mexico
Don't try to stop meChild, you're talkin' too fastYou and your friends babeYou are a thing in my pastYou're much too slowI'm goin' to Mexico
I've got four or five hundred miles to goDown that southbound highway'53 Studebaker goin' for brokeI'm pushin' it night and dayI've had enough of your liesTo last a long, long timeYou and your mother, babeYou're like a nursery rhymeYou're much too slowI'm goin' to Mexico
Yeah, come on babyYeah
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