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letra de mexico/lemons (live in new jersey) - roger clyne & the peacemakers

[spoken]
let’s go to mexico, what do you say?
are you going to mexico?
tell you what, i’ll trade you hats
i don’t know if it’ll fit, but if it doesn’t, p-ss it around
everybody please bless this hat, charge it up with your good vibrations
ok nos vemos we are going to mexico together, all of us together
and in just a moment you’ll find that somehow we are transported actually there in our hearts in the physical location
we’re gonna go
we’re gonna find ourselves
on the dirt lot across the street from the hotel on the beach
under the mexican moonshine at high tide
under the fireworks the celestial bodies
we’re going hot tub surfing
we’re going to mexico
nos vemos
listo
are you ready to go
are you ready to go
are you ready to go
perfecto
one two three four
(crowd) uno dos tres quatro

[verse 1]
here comes
(crowd) another song about mexico
i just can’t help myself
(crowd) we lost our old lady
got the lures, got my bobbers, now i’m gonna go
(crowd) got off in the wrong direction
found a hooker and lost my erection
so i had to lie in the letter to the boys back home
(had to lie)
(had to lie)

[chorus]
where the good guys and the bad guys
well they never work past noon around here
they sit side beside in the cantinas
talk to senoritas
(crowd) and drink warm beer

[verse 2]
here comes the same old verse about mexico
we just can’t help ourselves
we lost our old ladies now
got our lures, got our bobbers
(crowd) now we’re gonna go
got off in the wrong direction
we found some hookers
(crowd) and lost our erections
so we had to lie in the letters to the boys back home
(had to lie)
(had to lie in the letters to the boys back home)

[chorus]
where the good guys and the bad guys
well they never work past noon around here
they sit side beside in the cantinas
talk to senoritas
and drink warm beer

[shouts to the crowd] perfecto amigos!

[guitar solo]

[chorus]
where the good guys and the bad guys
well they never work past noon around here
they sit side beside in the cantinas
talk to senoritas
and drink warm beer

(crowd)
where the good guys and the bad guys
well they never work past noon around here
they sit side beside in the cantinas
talk to senoritas
and drink warm beer

[shouts to the crowd] perfecto amigos y amigas!
excellente mis amigos

[band transitions to “lemons”]
c’mon

one day’s a bowl full of cherries
and then i’m sucking on lemons and spitting out the seeds

i’m sailing the seas of red wine
i’m strummin’ this nonsense tune
i’m adding my voice to a rebel serenade
echoing off a waxin’ moon

and i have crumpled our paper captain
now who will lead this swarthy crew?
tear the t–th off the gears, keep ’em as souvenirs boys!
the world needs a few good mutineers now

sometimes i slumber on a bed of roses
othertimes i crash in the weeds
one day’s a bowl full of cherries
one night i’m suckin’ on a lemon, spittin’ out the seeds, ha

i am the fat native, skinny-dipping, semi-professional tourist
a gold watch at the bottom of the sea
it’s time i depose of those petty tyrants
one on the throne
one inside me

what’s stopping me?

sometimes i slumber on a bed of roses
othertimes i crash in the weeds
one day’s a bowl full of cherries
one night i’m suckin’ on a lemon, spittin’ out the seeds, ha
suckin’ on a lemon, spittin’ out the seeds
suckin’ on a lemon, spittin’ out the seeds
suckin’ on a lemon, spittin’ out the seeds
suckin’ on a lemon, ha ha ha ha

bring on the change
let’s keep it simple now
don’t confuse your wants with your needs
believe in love (love!), forsake your greed
and give away what you want to receive
give away what you want to receive
give away what you want to receive
give away what you want to receive

sometimes i slumber on a bed of roses
othertimes i crash in the weeds
one day’s a bowl full of cherries
one night i’m suckin’ on a lemon, spittin’ out the seeds, ha

sometimes i slumber on a bed of roses
other nights i crash in the weeds
one day’s a bowl full of cherries
one night i’m suckin’ on a lemon, spittin’ out the seeds, yeah

- roger clyne the peacemakers

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