South of the border, hey, I know a lad, He's got more 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 Rhumba King, Leads all the women around on a string, When they go out, they get a million thrills, But 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 so much everywhere he goes, That everyone shouts \"Viva la Mexican Joe.\" He likes to gamble, at poker he's an ace, He's always lucky with the cards that got face, At winning the money, he is sure a whiz, But when they win they don't collect 'cause they don't know where he
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He don't got no income tax 'cause he got no dough, Still 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. favorite playground is anywhere there's girls, He's got that somethin' that sets their hearts a-whirl, It couldn't be his money 'cause he ain't got a peso, But when he wants a kiss all he's to do is say so