| South of the border, hey, I know a lad,
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| He’s got more fun than anybody’s had,
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| Don’t got no worry, don’t got no dough,
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| Everybody’s wondering 'bout Mexican Joe.
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| In old Mexico, they call him the Rhumba King,
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| Leads all the women around on a string,
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| When they go out, they get a million thrills,
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| But the lovely senoritas wind up with the bills.
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| Chorus: Dancin', romancin',
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| Always on the go,
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| Sun shinin' down on Mexican Joe
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| He makes the night spots all along the bay,
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| People want to see him when he comes their way,
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| He spreads so much joy everywhere he goes,
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| Everyone shouts «Viva la Mexican Joe.»
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| He likes to gamble, at poker he’s an ace,
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| He’s always lucky with the cards that got a face,
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| At winning the money, he is sure a whiz,
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| But when they win they don’t collect
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| 'cause they don’t know where he is.
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| Repeat Chorus
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| He don’t got no income tax 'cause he don’t got no dough,
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| Still he gets along just fine, how we’ll never know,
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| He’s got everything he wants, a girl, a drink, a song,
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| If we use his formula, we surely can’t go wrong.
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| His favorite playground is anywhere there’s girls,
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| He’s got that somethin' that sets their hearts a-whirl,
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| It couldn’t be his money 'cause he ain’t got a peso,
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| But when he wants a kiss all he’s got to do is say so
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| Repeat Chorus |