I was at the bar with my drinkin' team
And it was me, Jack Daniels and my homie Jim Beam
We were kinda blitzed and we were tryin' to behave, yo
When in walked a soldier, he was from the Fuzzy Navel

We were fallin', stumblin', crawlin'
In came the police, Captain Tom Collins
And the vato said, "Freeze"
(Freeze)
He said, "Hands in the air and hand over your keys"

Now we did and that was kinda simple
Now here came Margarita and her friend Shirley Temple
I asked my friend 'bout Margarita
He said that Shirley was a virgin and I wouldn't wanna meet her

So I talked to Margarita 'cause, yo, she was flier
I took her to the couch 'cause I wanted to screw-drive her
Now I'm not one for a speech
But there was plenty of tequila and sex on the beach

Y'all, tequila
T-t-t-tequila, yeah
Alright, come on
Tequila

Here we go again and I'm not fussin'
See, I'm a French Mexican but I kick it with white Russians
At the bar with the drink in my hand
In walked Jos

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