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 got dough, Everybody's wondering 'bout Mexican Joe. In old Mexico, they call him the Rhumba King, Leads all women around on a string, When they go out, they get a million thrills, But the lovely senoritas always wind up with the bills.
Chorus: Dancin', romancin', on the go, Sun shinin' down on Mexican Joe
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 he is.
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He don't got no income tax 'cause he don't got no dough, Still 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 anywhere there's girls, He's got that somethin' that sets their hearts a-whirl, It couldn't be money 'cause he ain't got a peso, But when he wants a kiss all he's got to do is say so