Mexican Blackbird

If you're down in Acuña

And you ain't up to being alone

Don't spend all your money

On just any honey that's grown

Go find the Mexican blackbird

And send all your troubles back home

They all call her puta

'Cause no one really knows her name

She works the cantina

Dancin' and a-lovin's her trade

Her mama was Mexican

And her daddy was the ace of spades

Oh, let's drive that old Chrysler down to Mexico, boy

Said, keep your hands on the wheel there

Oh, it sure is fine, ain't it?

Now, you got it

Hand me another one of them brews from back there

Oh, this is gonna be so good

Mmm, she's hot as a pepper

But smooth as a Mexican brew

So head for the border

And put in an order or two

The Mexican blackbird we'll be there waitin' for you

Oh, one more time