South of the border, hey, I know a lad, He's got more fun than anybody's had, Don't got no worry, don't no dough, Everybody's wondering 'bout Mexican Joe. In old Mexico, they call him the Rhumba Leads all the women around on a string, When they go they get a million thrills, But the lovely senoritas always wind up with the bills.
Chorus: Dancin', romancin', Always on the Sun shinin' down on Mexican Joe
He makes the night spots all along the bay, People want to see him when he comes their way, He spreads much joy everywhere he goes, That everyone shouts \"Viva la Mexican Joe.\" He likes to gamble, at poker an ace, He's always lucky with the cards that got a face, At winning the money, he is sure a whiz, But when win they don't collect 'cause they don't know where he is.
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He don't got no income tax 'cause he don't got no dough, Still he gets along just fine, how we'll never know, He's got everything he wants, a girl, a a song, If use his formula, we surely can't go wrong. His favorite playground is anywhere there's girls, He's got that somethin' that sets their hearts a-whirl, It couldn't be his money he ain't got a peso, But when he wants a kiss all he's got to do is say so