South of the border. American dollars
Take you a long, long way
Beachside bungalows, sand between your toes,
Nobody knows your name
There's a worm at the bottom of a bottle
That's well within my reach
And the heart that you broke will soon be a joke
As soon as he and I meet
Oh forgettin's cheap in Mexico
She'll be there waiting
And she won't say no
Tequila loves me even if you don't
Madam Tequila's a fine senoriata
All my compadres concur
She won't lie, she won't leave in your hour of need
So we're raising our glasses to her
They say "Vamos a echar un trago"
It means "drink it all down 'til you see
The bottom of the glass and it's kickin' your ass"
Boys, the next round's on me