Playboys of the Southwestern World

This is a song about best friends

John Roy was a boy I knew

Since he was 3 and I was 2

Grew up two little houses down from me

The only two bad apples on our family tree

Kinda ripened and rotted in our puberty

Two kindred spirits bound by destiny

Well I was smart but I lacked ambition

Johnny was wild with no inhibition

Was about like mixing fire and gasoline

And he'd say

Hey, Romeo, let's go down to Mexico

Chase senoritas, drink ourselves silly

Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies

Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck

Fuzzy cat hanging from the mirror for luck

Said don't you know all those little brown eyed girls

Want playboys of the southwestern world?

Long around our eighteenth year

We found two airplane tickets to the hell outta here

Got scholarships to some small town school in Texas

We learned to drink Sangrias till the dawns early light

Eat eggs, rancheros and throw up all night

And tell those daddies girls we were majoring in the rodeo

Aw but my favorite memory of school that fall

Was the night John Roy came running down the hall

Wearing nothing but cowboy boots and a big sombrero

And he was yelling

Hey, Romeo, let's go down to Mexico

Chase senoritas, drink ourselves silly

Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies

Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck

Fuzzy cat hanging from the mirror for luck

Said don't you know all those little brown eyed girls

Want playboys of the southwestern world?

And I say we had a little change in plans

Like when Paul McCartney got busted in Japan

And I said we got way laid when we set foot on Mexican soil

You see the border guard with a fu manchu mustache

Kinda stumbled on John's pocket full of American cash

He said, doing a little funny business in Mexico, amigo?

But all I could think about was saving my own tail

When he mentioned ten years in a Mexican jail

So I pointed at John Roy and said, it's all his, now please let me go

I mean, it was your idea, genius, I was just laying there in bed

When you said

Hey, Romeo, let's go down to Mexico

Chase senoritas, drink ourselves silly

Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies

Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck

Fuzzy cat hanging from the mirror for luck

Said don't you know all those little brown eyed girls

Want playboys of the southwestern world?

Ah we're still best friends

Temporary cell mates

Whoo