South of the border, hey, I know a lad
He's got more fun than anybody's had
Don't got no worry, don't got no dough
Everybody's wondering 'bout Mexican Joe.
In old Mexico, they call him the Rumba King
Leads all the women around on a string
When they go out, they get a million thrills
But the lovely señoritas wind up with the bills.*
Dancing, romancing, always on the go
Sun shining down on Mexican Joe.
He makes the night spots all along the bay
People want to see him when he comes their way
He spreads so much joy everywhere he goes
Everyone shouts "Viva la Mexican Joe!"
He likes to gamble, at poker he's an ace
He's always lucky with the cards that got a face
At winning the money, he is sure a whiz
But when they win they don't collect
'cause they don't know where he is.
He don't got no income tax 'cause he don't got no dough
Still he gets along just fine, how we'll never know
He's got everything he wants, a girl, a drink, a song
If we use his formula, we surely can't go wrong.
His favorite playground is anywhere there's girls
He's got that something that sets their hearts a-whirl
It couldn't be his money 'cause he ain't got a pe-e-e-so**
But when he wants a kiss all he's got to do is say so.
*Damals - 1953- in den USA (und erst recht in Mexiko) eigentlich noch undenkbar. Schon getrennte Rechnungen zu machen galt als unschicklich, erst recht, die Dame[n] bezahlen zu lassen ;-)