Homemade Mexico

Flip-flops floppin', she slips off that top and

That bikini's rockin' on her freckled skin

She got her Ray-Bans on, hummin' that Sheryl Crow song

And her blonde hair's flirting with the wind

She lays down her purple beach towel

Takes a sip of cool, clear water from the garden hose, there she goes

She's a rock star in her own backyard

Yeah, anytime she wants, she can go to her homemade Mexico

Margaritas chillin', got fajitas grillin'

Pretty pink toes dippin' in a plastic pool, yeah, she do

She squints her lies, pretends that Georgia sky

Is Cabo, Cozumel, or some island off Cancún

She lays down her purple beach towel

Takes a sip of cool, clear water from the garden hose, there she goes

She's a rock star in her own backyard

Yeah, anytime she wants, she can go to her homemade Mexico

Sometimes paradise

Is just a state of mind

She lays down her purple beach towel

Takes a sip of cool, clear water from the garden hose, there she goes

She's a rock star in her own backyard

Yeah, anytime she wants, she can go—

Anytime she wants, she can go to her homemade Mexico

Yeah, her homemade Mexico

Yeah, her homemade Mexico