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