This song brings to mind two things First, an image of Robert Mitchum
standing in the doorway of a bar in Tijuana, and Second, a line by
Thomas McGuane, my brother-in-law, from his book, PANAMA,
"The nightwrote a check the morning couldn't cash"
- Used by Permission Of Author
Halloween in Tijuana
Full moon in my eyes
I wonder how in the hell Igot here
Without a disguise
Should I take this last step
Or turnmyself around
Or follow my intuition into that border town
Yo quieroa bailar en Mexico [I want to dance in Mexico]
We do the desperation sambacon nos amigos [with our friends]
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We dothe desperation samba con nos amigos
Pretty girls they beckon
Fromtheir rooms above
Skeletons are dancing
In the name of love
Don't know where I'm goin'
I don't like where I've been
Theremay be no exit
But hell I'm going in
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
I hear the people singingthat same old haunting tune
I drink because I know it's me against the moon
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nosamigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nosamigos
-- Spoken:
"Tss, tss tss"
"Hey, psst amigo!"
Oohooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We dothe desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We dothe desperation samba con nos amigos